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ANOTHER.
Her Eye-brow-Box one Morning lost,(The best of Folks are oft'nest crost)
Sad Helen thus to Jenny said,
Her careless but afflicted Maid;
Put me to Bed then, wretched Jane:
Alas! when shall I rise again?
I can behold no Mortal now:
For what's an Eye without a Brow?
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