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Two mice dear boy of genteel fashion	A
And what is more good education	A
Frolic and gay in infant years	B
Equally shared their parents' cares	C
The sire of these two babes poor creature	D
Paid his last debt to human nature	D
A wealthy widow left behind	E
Four babes three male one female kind	E
The sire being under ground and buried	F
'Twas thought his spouse would soon have married	F
Matches proposed and numerous suitors	G
Most tender husbands careful tutors	G
She modestly refused and show'd	H
She'd be a mother to her brood	I
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Mother dear mother that endearing thought	J
Has thousand and ten thousand fancies brought	J
Tell me oh tell me thou art now above	K
How to describe thy true maternal love	K
Thy early pangs thy growing anxious cares	C
Thy flattering hopes thy fervant pious prayers	C
Thy doleful days and melancholy nights	L
Cloister'd from common joys and just delights	L
How didst thou constantly in private mourn	M
And wash with daily tears thy spouse's urn	N
How it employ'd your thought and lucid time	O
That your young offspring might to honour climb	O
How your first care by numerous griefs oppress'd	P
Under the burden sunk and went to rest	P
How your dear darling by consumption's waste	Q
Breath'd her last piety into your breast	P
How you alas tired with your pilgrimage	R
Bow'd down your head and died in good old age	S
Though not inspired oh may I never be	T
Forgetful of my pedigree or thee	T
Ungrateful howsoe'er may'nt I forget	U
To pay this small yet tributary debt	U
And when we meet at God's tribunal throne	V
Own me I pray thee for a pious son	A
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But why all this Is this your fable	W
Believe me Matt it seems a bauble	W
If you will let me know th' intent on't	T
Go to your mice and make an end on't	T
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Well then dear brother	D
As sure as Hudi's sword could swaddle	W
Two mice were brought up in one cradle	W
Well bred I think of equal port	X
One for the gown one for the court	X
They parted did they so an't please you	Y
Yes that they did dear Sir to ease you	Y
One went to Holland where they huff folk	Z
Th' other to vent his wares in Suffolk	A2
That mice have travell'd in old times	B2
Horace and Prior tell in rhymes	B2
Those two great wonders of their ages	C2
Superior far to all the sages	D2
Many days past and many a night	E2
Ere they could gain each other's sight	E2
At last in weather cold nor sultry	T
They met at the Three Cranes in Poultry	T
After much fuss and great grimace	F2
Usual you know in such a case	G2
Much chat arose what had been done	A
What might before next summer's sun	A
Much said of France of Suffolk's goodness	F2
The gentry's loyalty mob's rudeness	F2
That ended o'er a charming bottle	W
They enter'd on this tittle tattle	W
Quoth Suffolk by pre eminence	H2
In years though God knows not in sense	I2
All's gone dear brother only we	T
Remain to raise posterity	T
Marry you brother I'll go down	J2
Sell nouns and verbs and lie alone	V
May you ne'er meet with feuds or babble	W
Somewhat I'll save and for this end	K2
To prove a brother and a friend	K2
What I propose is just I swear it	L2
Or may I perish by this claret	L2
The dice are thrown choose this or that	L2
'Tis all alike to honest Matt	L2
I'll take then the contrary part	L2
And propagate with all my heart	L2
After some thought some Portuguese	M2
Some wine the younger thus replies	N2
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Fair are your words as fair your carriage	O2
Let me be free drudge you in marriage	O2
Get me a boy call'd Adrian	A
Trust me I'll do for't what I can	P2
Home went well pleased the Suffolk Tony	T
Heart free from care as purse from money	T
Resolving full to please his taudy	L2
He got a spouse and jerk'd her body	L2
At last when teeming time was come	Q2
Out came her burden from her womb	R2
It proved a lusty squalling boy	S2
Doubtless the dad's and mammy's joy	S2
In short to make things square and even	T2
Adrian he named was Dick Stephen	A
Matt's debt thus paid he now enlarges	D2
And sends you in a bill of charges	C2
A cradle brother and a basket	L2
Granted as soon as e'er I ask'd it	L2
A coat not of the smallest scantling	A2
Frocks stockings shoes to grace the bantling	A2
These too were sent or I'm no drubber	T
Nay add to these the fine gum rubber	T
Yet these wont do send th' other coat	L2
For faith the first's not worth a groat	L2
Dismally shrunk as herrings shotten	A
Supposed originally rotten	A
Pray let the next be each way longer	T
Of stuff more durable and stronger	T
Send it next week if you are able	W
By this time Sir you know the fable	W
From this and letters of the same make	A2
You'll find what 'tis to have a namesake	A2
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Cold and hard times Sir here believe it	L2
I've lost my curate too and grieve it	L2
At Easter for what I can see	L2
A time of ease and vacancy	L2
If things but alter and not undone	A
I'll kiss your hand and visit London	A
Molly sends greeting so do I Sir	T
Send a good coat that's all good bye Sir	T

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