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Our friend, and our bottle, we beft can enjoy.
No rancour, or envy our quiet annoy,
Our plumb-line and compafs, our fquare and
our tools,
Direft all our aftions in virtue’s fair rules.
To Mars, and to Venus, we’re equally true.
Our hearts can enliven, our arms can fubdue.
Let the enemy tell, and the ladies declare
No dais, or profeflion, with malbns compare.
To give a fond luftre, we ne’er need a creft,
Since honour, and virtue, remain in our breaft.
We’ll charm the rude world when we clap,
laugh, and ling;
If fo happy a mafon, fay, who’d be a king ?
SONG XXXVIII.
TUNE, Fie let us a' to the -wedding.
In malbnry took great delight;
And Hiram, that great archite&or.
Whole aflions lhall ever Ihine bright.
From the heart of a true honeft mafon
There’s none can the fecret remove ;
Our maxims are juftice, morality,
Friendfliip, and brotherly love.
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’Ing Solomon, that wife projedor.