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A Louse in Pomfret is not surer,
Than the Poor thro' Sloth securer.
Thence to Sherburn, dearly loved,
And for Pinners well approved:
Cherry Tenths the Pastor aimeth,
More than th' Souls which he reclaimeth:
In an Equipage consorting,
Are their Manners and their Fortune.
Thence to Bramham, thither coming,
I saw two Footmen stript for running:
One said, 'the Match was made to cheat 'em;
"Trust me, Faustulus, This will beat 'em;
"For we've try'd 'em; But that Courser
He priz'd better, prov'd the worser.
Thence to Tadcaster, where stood reared
A fair Bridge; no Flood appeared:
Broken Pavements, Beggars waiting,
Nothing more than Labour hating;
But with Speed I hastned from them,
Lest I should be thought one of them.
Thence to York, fresh Youth enjoying,
With a wanton Weaver toying;
Husband suddenly appears too,
"Catching of the Wolf by th'Ears too:
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