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On the death of the facetious Mr Hand late Master of the Royal Bun house at Chelsea

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He's gone at last _ the jolly Hand[underlined] And left none merrier in the land; That Hand[underlined] that never took a bribe, Or ever proo'd a perjur'd scribe; That Hand[underlined] that honest Fame blew london; That Hand[underlined] that deeply dealt its pelt To stores the needy is scanty shelf; That Hand[underlined] that each one justly paid; That Hand[underlined] that was the Heart of Trade; That Hand[underlined] has all its business done And never more shall Touch a Bun

     My Hand had a Hand on his chaise for
     his crest, and the words Touch Bun
     for his motto.

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            On Mr Fox's Credit

[Of] the Credit of Fox what Jew can despond Who knows that his word is as good as his Bond