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Pleasant and Diver tive.
He had no Curtains to his Bed,
But yet for t'other Quart ;
Coin he would find, and shall he Die
And no Man lay't to Heart ?
He hated all the Female Sex,
Who knew his private Grudge ;
And must he therefore Die forgot ?
I leave the World to Judge.
Each Term he ask'd his Father Blessing,
On bended Knee demurely ;
Who then did give him Shillings Ten,
And must he die Obscurely ?
No, yo, I'll bid Peace to thy Bones,
Tho' they were Sick and Crasie ;
And must be quite made New again,
Before that Heaven can raise thee.
And since thou'rt gone, and there is none
Who knoweth where to find thee ;
I'll fix this Truth upon thy Name,
Thou didst leave Wit behind thee.
Wit that shall make thy Name to last,
When Taritoris Jests are Rotten ;
And George-a- Green, and Mother Bunch
Shall all be quite forgotten.
Now if you ask where yo is gone,
You think I cannot tell ;
Oh he is Blest, for he was Poor,
And could not go to Hell.
But for his Father, Rich in Bags,
The Devil ought to have him ;
That took no Care of such a Son,
Till 'twas too late to save him.
Iht