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A Box made like an Egg, was between Jest and Earnest, between Stoln and Borrow'd; but at last, (see the Honesty!) after a Year's Possession, restor'd with this in the Belly on't.

The Beggar and Poet.

Plures aluit Aristoteles quam Alexander.

A King turn'd Thresher.

On a Discourteous Damsel that call'd the Right Worshipful Author—(an't please ye!) Sawcy Puppy.

On a CHEESE.

A Full and True Account of a Journey with its Appurtenances.

The Leather Bottle.

Out of Lucian's true History, Part the First.

An Elegant Letter, with a Copy of fine Verses by a London Wit, in answer to a Lampoon.

Advice to Monsieur Ragoo, who had his choice either to be Hang'd or Married.

On a pretended Schollar that would have had some Verses he had stoln from another Book inserted into the Maggots.

A Pindaric Poem On Three Skipps of a Louse.

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A Box made like an Egg, was between Jest and Earnest, between Stoln and Borrow'd; but at last, (see the Honesty!) after a Year's Possession, restor'd with this in the Belly on't.

As an Egg is Full of Meat,
So, in sooth, am I of Sorrow,
That your Box so fine, so neat,
I without your leave should borrow.

Now I sigh, and now I groan,
O're and o're the Crime repented;
Moan and sob, and sob and Moan,
To my very Guts tormented.

How did I in Doggrel Rhymes,
Mind my fault, and wail and grieve it?
Should I tell you twenty times,
Ne're the sooner you'd believe it.

But since your Box has, fie upon't!
Brought me to so much Confusion;

To the lawful Owner on't
Thus I make a Restitution.

Down to Dinner now they call,
Gizzard now begins to grumble;
Pray my Service unto all,
So I rest,
Your Servant Humble, &c.