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Thou art too bountiful, I vow,
fit your Tooth.
Preacher. Bless me, the best and only Dish, Upon this Day, that I could wish. No Food besides could so delight My Eyes, and eke my Appetite. Good pious Saints, that you should join Your Hearts so mutually with mine. Well, give me now the other Glass, I see that you abound in Grace, The Lord of Mercy and of Pow'r Hath Blessings for such Saints in store, I cannot bid ye now farewel, Thy Invitation must prevail.
Methinks from Heav'n I hear a Voice,
None can more truly welcome be;
Husband. A little, Sir,---Wife send the Maid For two of Palm and two of Red : This Day we always drink, you know, To thPious Hand that gave the Blow.
Preacher The Lord direct thee! Pritheę do What thy own Mind inclines thee to, But I must crave thy leave to light One Pipe to whep my Appetite. When that is done we'll shut the Door, And praise the Ld for half an Hour.