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Divinity heard between waking and dozing Her sisters denying and Jammy proposing; From table she rose with bumper in hand And stroked up her belly & smoothed down her band, What a pother is here abt wenching & roaring! Why David lov'd Latches, and Solomon whoring Didn't Israel filtch from T. Egyptians of old Their jewels of silver and jewels of Sold The prophet of Bethel we read, told a lie He drinks, so did Noah, he swears, so do I. To reject him for such pecadillos, were odd! Besides he repents, for he talks abt God Never hang down your head, you poor pitiful elf; Come, truss me, Ill be Mrs Turtcher myself.