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'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to snow their teeth are white.

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To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.

A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.

Like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.

Then to make up the breach, all your strength you must rally,
And labour and sweat like a slave at the galley.

The husband’s the pilot, the wife is the ocean,
He always in danger, she always in motion

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