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Ihe Country Burial.
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AIR IX. John of Bow.
While you negleft the hiving,
For the Dead thus grieving,
Tour Sorrows are encreas > d»
Joy to flight for Anguijh,
Fondly thus to languifh,
Is fafling at a Feaft.
Ton well deferve
To pine andjlarve,
Iffio eap not when you may:
Each Woman right y
Or dull, or bright,
Can give Delight ;
For, in the Night,
Sure etfry Cat is Grey.
Tim. How cou'd you name another Wife fo me? Where
{hall I find another like my Firft? Twenty Winters did we
live in Love together, and never quarrell'd once in all our
Lives.
1 G. Bujy. What he fays is very true, Neighbours ; but he may
thank himfelf for that. For let her fay or do whatever (he
wou'd, he wou'd never quarrel with her. Not but that the
Woman was a very good Woman in the main.
Omn. Yes, yes; a very good Woman in the main.
G. Gab. Tho' I can't but fay ihe had an ugly way with her,
|f abufing every Body.
G. Coft Ay, ay ; we all know that Ihe was the greateft Scold
m the Parifb. D
G. Gab. And that (he fwore like a Trooper.
G. Coft. And then (he wou'd run in every Body's Debt, and
pay no Body, by her Good-will;— as if (he had been a Gen-
F^oman. G. Bufyi