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Thence to antient * Stamford came I,
Where are penceless Purses many;
Neatly wrought as doth become them,
Less Gold in them than is on them:
Clawbacks more do not assail me,
Than are Beggars swarming daily.
Tho' my Cares were main and many,
To the † Hole of Sarah came I,
Once a Bona-roba, trust me,
Tho' now Buttock-shrank and rusty;
But tho' Nervy-oil and fat-a,
Her I caught by you know what-a.
Having boldly thus adventur'd,
And my Sara's Sock-t enter'd;
Her I sued, suited, sorted,
Buffed, boused, sneesed, snorted:
Often sat she, when she got up,
All her Phrase was 'Drink thy Pot up.'
Thence to Witham, having read there,
That the fattest Eel was bred there;
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