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VIII.
At the Mermaid we found Six fat Oyster-wives sitting,Who over cool Quarterns were smoaking and spitting,
And loudly discoursing the price of Old-Ling,
And so nauseously talk'd of another old Thing,
That our Stomachs quite turn'd, valued Wine not a farthing,
And so bid good morrow to Mr. Churchwarden.
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