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And give them to the public, pray,
On or before the month of May.
Yes, my disjointed fragments take,
But do not ask how much they'll make.
Perhaps not fifty pages-well,
I in a little space can tell
Th' adventures of an infidel;
Of quantity I never boast,
For quality's approved of most.

It is a handsome sum to touch,
Induces authors to write much;
But in this much, alas! my friend,
How little is there to commend.
So, Mr. My, I disdain,
To sacrifice my muse for gain.
I wish it to be understood,
The little which I write is good.

I do not like the quarto size,
Th' octavo, therefore, I advise.
Then do not, Mr. M- -y, fail,
To publish this, my Turkish Tale;
For tho' the volume may be thin,
A thousand readers it will win;

And when my pages they explore, They'll gladly read them o'er and o'er; And all the ladies, I engage,

With tears will moisten every page.

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"There was a Little Man, and he wooed a Little Maid."

THERE was a little man, and he had a little soul, And he said, "Little soul, let us try, try, try,

"Whether it's within our reach

"To make up a little speech,

"Just between little you and little I, I, I, "Just between little you and little 1.

Then said his little soul,

Peeping from her little hole,

"I protest, little man, you are stout, stout, stout, "But if it's not uncivil,

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'Pray tell me, what the devil

"Must our little, little speech be about, 'bout,

"'bout?

"Must our little, &c.

The little man look'd big,

With th' assistance of his wig,

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And he call'd his little soul to order, order, order, Till she fear'd he'd make her jog in

To jail, like THOMAS CROGGAN,

(As she wasn't duke or earl) to reward her, 'ward

her, 'ward her,

(As she wasn't duke, &c.

The little man then spoke,

"Little soul, it is no joke,

For, as sure as JACKY F-LL-R loves a sup,

sup, sup,

"I will tell the prince and people,

"What I think of church and steeple,

** And our patent little plan to prop them up, up,

up,

"And our patent, &c.

Away then, cheek by jowl,

Little man and little soul,

Went and spoke their little speech to a tittle, tittle, tittle,

And the world all declare,

That this priggish little pair,

Never yet, in all their lives, look'd so little, little, little,

Never yet, &c.

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