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Show .\t\\ YQ"\ Yo RN the Devdi W 'S that g 1y i ,'vn . ‘ lofe to me, v d fix Horf J 1n that Coath ¢ fme what | fhall Hah! has hels n'd | di , ell jo oft thot 2 ¢ her b bforeak "y dfarh vwi - T Lh . and unwholfome deformity Lady D. W hat upon fome overgr wn full fed Country Fool, with Horfe Face; a great ugly Head, nd a great fine Eftate, one that t oui have been drain'd and fqueez'd, an jolted up and down the Town i Hacknies with Cheats and Hectors, o" Cloc every Morning like a lolling Booby, tinking, witha belly full of ftumm' Wine, and nothing in's Pockets Beang. You might have made a tratabl oul have been young enough for Train n Lady D. Is youth then fo gentle, if ge be ftubborn? Young me like Springs wrought by a fubtle workman, eafily ply to what thei withes prefs >em, but the defire once g ne that kept 'em down, they foo ftart ftreight again, and no fign's left wh ch way they bent before Sir_Jolly a¢ the door peeping Sir Folly. So,fo, who fays I fee any hing now? I fee nothing, not I I don'tfee, Idon't fee, I'don't look, no fo much as look, not [ Enters [(hollgh to My Poor[fxf ifda MJ Lfld ,3f March o;'fl, e 0ps Souldiers Fortune pon, than naufeous old age ) Am thy Q fi o 5 dirty watry Plauiiito Encamp upon, nd nothin g to fhelt_cr you -old \Leager: Cloak as tatter'd as you buta Colours ? Is not this muc bette now than lying wet and getting the Sci Beang. The hopes-of this made 3 the thought of Clarindahave a thoufand time refrefht me in my fo litude, w en e'r I Marcht, I fancy'd ftill it was to my ht, - I imagin'd it was for my Clarinda 5 but w en I came home, and found Clarind loft ! ----how could youthin of walting buta night inthe rap furfeiting arms of this foul feedin Monfter; this rotten trunck of Man, that lays ‘claim to you Lady D. The perfwafion of F riends of Parents Beang. And had you no more Gra e, than to be ryl'd by a Father a Mother Lady D.. When you were gone that fhould have given me bette Counfel, how could I help my felf Beang. Methinks then you migh have found out fome cleanlier fh f to have thrown away your fzIf COuld hay W8 45 if e LU ens Eunte Siy Davy Sit Da. 1 will have my Wife, carry m to my Wife, let me go to m Wife, Pll live and die with my Wife, let he Devil do his worft s Ah my Wife, my Wife, my Wife Lady D. Alas, alas, ‘we are ruin'd, fhift for y the dead Corps once more, of -any' thing Sit Da. Hah! whofoe're thouart, ‘thou can' "me, who has done this! thou can'ft not fay did it < Sir Jol. Did it, did what? here's no bfdy fays you di any thing that "-‘M-«.m"w |