CCCCLXI.

I am a pretty wench, And I come a great way hence, And sweethearts I can get none: But every dirty sow, Can get sweethearts enow, And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.

CCCCLXII.

Birds of a feather flock together, And so will pigs and swine; Rats and mice will have their choice, And so will I have mine.

CCCCLXIII.

[The practice of sowing hempseed on Allhallows Even is often alluded to by earlier writers, and Gay, in his 'Pastorals,' quotes part of the following lines as used on that occasion.]

Hemp-seed I set, Hemp-seed I sow, The young man that I love, Come after me and mow!

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CCCCLXIV.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so, betwixt them both, you see, They lick'd the platter clean.