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Barnaby's Journal.
PART II.
Mirtil.
YOUNG Fauste, happily returned;
Tell me, prithee, where'st sojourned;
What Towns, Villages thou'st viewed,
What Seats, Sights, or States were shewed:
Sure thou know'st the North's uncivil,
Small Good comes thence, but much Evil.
Faustul. What I was once, same I am now,
Hair, Conditions, Garments too;
Yea, there's no Man justly doubteth,
These the same Shoes I went out with:
And for Comb, I ne'er us'd any,
Lest I lost some of my Money.
But attend me, and partake it,
What I loved, what I hated,
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