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And when his harmleſs Blood was ſpilt,
The Ground became the forfeit of his guilt.
Poor Hall renown'd for comely Hair,
Whofe Hands perhaps were not ſo fair,
Yet had a Iezabel as near.
Hall of ſmall Scripture Converſation
Yet howe're Hungerford's Quotation,
By ſome ſtrartge Accident had got
The Story of this Garden-Plot,
Wifely foreſaw he might have Reaſon,
To dread a Modern Bill of Treaſon,
If Iezabel ſhould pleaſe to want,
His ſmall addition to her grant:
Therefore reſolv'd in humble ſort
To begin firſt, and make his Court:
And feeing nothing elſe would do,
Gave a third part, to ſave the other two.

London: Printed in the Year 1709.

               (Price One Penny)

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