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NAY ; DOE NOT Smile ; my Lips shall rather dwell
For ever on my Pipe,
Then read to you one word, or Sillable:
You are not ripe
To Judge, or Apprehend
Of witt. Ile rather Spend
Six howers together, in Tobacco-taking
Then read to you, and cannot keep you wakeing.
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