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HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Spaniards or French came to her : To all obliging she'd appear: "Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer, 'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.
Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
So have I known those Infects fair
Still vary shapes and dyes; Still gain new Titles with new forms; First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms, Then painted butterflies.
The Happy Life of a COUNTRŸ
ARSON, thefe things in thy poffeffing
He that has thefe, may pass his life, Drink with the 'Squire, and kiss his wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
The End of the SECOND VOLUME.