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HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
In di'monds, pearls, and rich brocades,
So have I known those Infects fair
Still vary fhapes and dyes;
Still gain new Titles with new forms;
First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms, Then painted butterflies.
The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON.
ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing
A Wife that makes conserves; a Steed
A Chryfoftom to smooth thy band in.
He that has thefe, may pass his life, Drink with the 'Squire, and kifs his wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And shake his head at Doctor S-t.
The End of the SECOND VOLUME.