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On the marriage of Job. Wall] and Ann Best.

Job wanting a partner, thought he'd be blest If of all womankind, he selected the [underlined]Best[/u] For said He, "of all evils that compass the globe A bad wife would most try the patience of [underlined]Job[/u]. The [underlined]Best[/u] then he chose & made bone of his bones Tho' 'twas clear to his friends she'd be [underlined]best[/u] left alone. For among the weak sex she's the weakest of all. If 'tis true that the weakest doth go to the [underlined]Wall[/u]

The Doctor presenting a box of oitntment [ointment] to a young Lady

The Doctor's kindest wishes e'er attend His beauteous patient, may he hope - his friend He prays that no corrosive disappointment Will mar the lenient values of his ointment Of which a bit not larger than a shot On that more murderous thing a beauty spot Warmed on the finger by the taper's ray Smear o'er the eye affected twice a day Proffer not gold. I swear by my degree From beauty's lilly hand to take no fee No glittering trash be mine - I scorn such pelf The eye when [underlined]cured[/u], will pay the debt itself