Parson, These Things In Thy Possessing Are Better Than The Bishop'S Blessing. A Wife That Makes Conserves; A Steed That Carries Double When There'S Need: October Store, And Best Virginia, Tithe-Pig, And Mortuary Guinea: Gazettes Sent Gratis Down, And Frank'D, For Which Thy Patron'S Weekly Thank'D; A Large Concordance, Bound Long Since: Sermons To Charles The First, When Prince; A Chronicle Of Ancient Standing; A Chrysostom To Smooth Thy Band In. The Polygot ' Three Parts, ' My Text, Howbeit, ' Likewise ' Now To My Next. Lo Here The Septuagint, ' And Paul, To Sum The Whole, ' The Close Of All. He That Has These, May Pass His Life, Drink With The 'Squire, And Kiss His Wife; On Sundays Preach, And Eat His Fill; And Fast On Fridays ' If He Will; Toast Church And Queen, Explain The News, Talk With Church-Wardens About Pews, Pray Heartily For Some New Gift, And Shake His Head At Doctor S'T.
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