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Ar of phrases learn'd by rot
Apassion for a scarlet coat;
When at a play, to laugh, or cr
et cannot tell the reason why
Sever to hold her tongue a min
While all she prates has nothing
Whole hours can with a coxcon
And take his nonsense all for w
Her learning mounts to read a
half the words pronouncing

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every repartee in store espoke ten thousand times b

ready compliments supply On all occasions, cut and dry;

The most effectual way to baulk Their malice, is-to let them talk.

THE FURNITURE OF A WOMAN'S MIND.

1727.

A SET of phrases learn'd by rote;
A passion for a scarlet coat;
When at a play, to laugh, or cry,
Yet cannot tell the reason why;
Never to hold her tongue a minute,
While all she prates has nothing in it;
Whole hours can with a coxcomb sit,
And take his nonsense all for wit;
Her learning mounts to read a song,
But half the words pronouncing wrong;
Has
every repartee in store

She spoke ten thousand times before;
Can ready compliments supply
On all occasions, cut and dry;

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Take notice, she has my commission
To add them in the next edition;
They may outsell a better thing:
So, holloo, boys; God save the king!

CLEVER TOM CLINCH,

GOING TO BE HANGED.

1727.

As clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawlin Rode stately through Holborn to die in his calling He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack,

And promis'd to pay for it when he came back. His waistcoat, and stockings, and breeches, we white;

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had a new cherry riband to tye't.

* Widow of John Harding, the Drapier's printer.-F.

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