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Well!'tis a comfortable Creature,
In truth, I think, I ne'r drank better.
I can but thank you for your Love,
'Tis now I doubt, high time to move.

Wife,

Nay, Sir, I hope you'll ftay and dine,
Befides, here's almoft half the Wine:
Pray, Sir, accept before you go,
Of t'other Glafs, and dont fay no.
And if you're not engag'd elfewhere,
You're welcome to our homely Fare.

Preacher,

Thou art fo kind, I needs muft fay,
I fcarce know how to go or ftay.
What Dinner haft thou, friendly Creature?
Alas I'm but a pidling Eater,

Wife.

I must confefs we have not drefs'd
What's worthy of fo good a Gueft;
Yet 'tis a Difh, that we may fay
Is fuited to the prefent Day:
'Tis a Calf's Head, to tell you truth,
I wifh fuch Fare may fit your Tooth.

Preacher.

BLESS me, the best and only Dish,
Upon this Day, that I could wifh.
No Food befides could fo delight
My Eyes, and eke my Appetite.
Good pious Saints, that you fhould Join
Your Hearts fo mutually with mine.
Well, give me now the other Glafs,
I fee, that you abound in Grace,
The Ld of Mercy and of Pow'r
Hath Bleffings for fuch Saints in ftore,

I cannot bid you now farewel,

Thy Invitation must prevail.

Methinks from Heaven I hear a Voice,

That bids me tarry and rejoyce.

Husband.

None can more truely welcome be;
Therefore I hope, Sir, you'll be free.
This is a Day of Joy and Mirth
Among the Saints that dwell on Earth.
This and the Fifth Day of November,
We're always careful to remember.
Both which deferve the utmost Rev'rence
For our remarkable Deliverance.

Preacher.

"Tis very true, we ought to praise The Lord upon thefe bleffed Days, and typify the Fall of him

That caus'd the Land in Blood to swim.

So good a Difh, on fuch a Day!
What Chriftian can refuse to stay.
But tho' I tarry here to dine,
Pray do not fend for any Wine.

Husband.

A little, Sir, Wife, fend the Maid
For two of Palm and two of Red:
This Day we always drink, you know,
To th' Pious Hand that gave the Blow.
Preacher.

The Lord direct thee! Prithee do
What thy own Mind inclines thee to.
But I must crave thy leave to light
One Pipe to whet my Appetite.

When that is done, we'll hut the Door,
And praife the Ld for half an hour.

FINIS

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