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A Friendly Address To Mrs Fry In Newgate	A
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Sermons in stones As You Like It	B
Out out damned spot Macbeth	C
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I like you Mrs Fry I like your name	D
It speaks the very warmth you feel in pressing	E
In daily act round Charity's great flame	D
I like the crisp Browne way you have of dressing	E
Good Mrs Fry I like the placid claim	D
You make to Christianity professing	E
Love and good works of course you buy of Barton	F
Beside the young Fry's bookseller Friend Darton	F
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I like good Mrs Fry your brethren mute	G
Those serious solemn gentlemen that sport	H
I should have said that wear the sober suit	G
Shap'd like a court dress but for heaven's court	H
I like your sisters too sweet Rachel's fruit	G
Protestant nuns I like their stiff support	H
Of virtue and I like to see them clad	I
With such a difference just like good from bad	I
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I like the sober colors not the wet	J
Those gaudy manufactures of the rainbow	K
Green orange crimson purple violet	B
In which the fair the flirting and the vain go	K
The others are a chaste severer set	J
In which the good the pious and the plain go	K
They're moral standards to know Christians by	-
In short they are your colors Mrs Fry	-
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IV	L
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As for the naughty tinges of the prism	M
Crimson's the cruel uniform of war	N
Blue hue of brimstone minds no catechism	M
And green is young and gay not noted for	N
Goodness or gravity or quietism	M
Till it is sadden'd down to tea green or	N
Olive and purple's giv'n to wine I guess	O
And yellow is a convict by its dress	O
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They're all the devil's liveries that men	P
And women wear in servitude to sin	Q
But how will they come off poor motleys when	P
Sin's wages are paid down and they stand in	Q
The Evil presence You and I know then	P
How all the party colors will begin	Q
To part the Pittite hues will sadden there	R
Whereas the Foxite shades will all show fair	R
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Witness their goodly labors one by one	F
Russet makes garments for the needy poor	S
Dove color preaches love to all and dun	F
Calls every day at Charity's street door	N
Brown studies scripture and bids woman shun	F
All gaudy furnishing olive doth pour	N
Oil into wounds and drab and slate supply	L
Scholar and book in Newgate Mrs Fry	L
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Well Heaven forbid that I should discommend	J
The gratis charitable jail endeavor	T
When all persuasions in your praises blend	J
The Methodist's creed and cry are Fry forever	T
No I will be your friend and like a friend	J
Point out your very worst defect Nay never	T
Start at that word But I must ask you why	L
You keep your school in Newgate Mrs Fry	L
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Top well I know the price our mother Eve	L
Paid for her schooling but must all her daughters	U
Commit a petty larceny and thieve	L
Pay down a crime for entrance to your quarters	U
Your classes may increase but I must grieve	L
Over your pupils at their bread and waters	U
Oh tho' it cost you rent and rooms run high	L
Keep your school out of Newgate Mrs Fry	L
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O save the vulgar soul before it's spoil'd	J
Set up your mounted sign without the gate	J
And there inform the mind before 'tis soil'd	J
'Tis sorry writing on a greasy slate	J
Nay if you would not have your labors foil'd	J
Take it inclining tow'rds a virtuous state	J
Not prostrate and laid flat else woman meek	V
The upright pencil will but hop and shriek	V
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Ah who can tell how hard it is to drain	W
The evil spirit from the heart it preys in	Q
To bring sobriety to life again	P
Choked with the vile Anacreontic raisin	Q
To wash Black Betty when her black's ingrain	Q
To stick a moral lacquer on Moll Brazen	Q
Of Suky Tawdry's habits to deprive her	T
To tame the wild fowl ways of Jenny Diver	T
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Ah who can tell how hard it is to teach	X
Miss Nancy Dawson on her bed of straw	Y
To make Long Sal sew up the endless breach	X
She made in manners to write heaven's own law	Y
On hearts of granite Nay how hard to preach	X
In cells that are not memory's to draw	Y
The moral thread thro' the immoral eye	L
Of blunt Whitechapel natures Mrs Fry	L
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In vain you teach them baby work within	Q
'Tis but a clumsy botchery of crime	M
'Tis but a tedious darning of old sin	Q
Come out yourself and stitch up souls in time	M
It is too late for scouring to begin	Q
When virtue's ravell'd out when all the prime	M
Is worn away and nothing sound remains	U
You'll fret the fabric out before the stains	U
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I like your chocolate good Mistress Fry	L
I like your cookery in every way	Z
I like your shrove tide service and supply	L
I like to hear your sweet Pandeans play	Z
I like the pity in your full brimm'd eye	L
I like your carriage and your silken gray	Z
Your dove like habits and your silent preaching	E
But I don't like your Newgatory teaching	E
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Come out of Newgate Mrs Fry Repair	R
Abroad and find your pupils in the streets	U
O come abroad into the wholesome air	R
And take your moral place before Sin seats	U
Her wicked self in the Professor's chair	R
Suppose some morals raw the true receipt's	U
To dress them in the pan but do not try	L
To cook them in the fire good Mrs Fry	L
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Put on your decent bonnet and come out	J
Good lack the ancients did not set up schools	U
In jail but at the Porch hinting no doubt	J
That Vice should have a lesson in the rules	U
Before 'twas whipt by law O come about	J
Good Mrs Fry and set up forms and stools	U
All down the Old Bailey and thro' Newgate Street	J
But not in Mr Wontner's proper seat	J
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Teach Lady Barrymore if teaching you	A2
That peerless Peeress can absolve from dolor	L
Teach her it is not virtue to pursue	A2
Ruin of blue or any other color	L
Teach her it is not Virtue's crown to rue	A2
Month after month the unpaid drunken dollar	L
Teach her that flooring Charleys is a game	M
Unworthy one that bears a Christian name	M
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O come and teach our children that ar'n't ours	U
That heaven's straight pathway is a narrow way	Z
Not Broad St Giles's where fierce Sin devours	U
Children like Time or rather they both prey	Z
On youth together meanwhile Newgate low'rs	U
Ev'n like a black cloud at the close of day	Z
To shut them out from any more blue sky	L
Think of these hopeless wretches Mrs Fry	L
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You are not nice go into their retreats	U
And make them Quakers if you will 'Twere best	J
They wore straight collars and their shirts sans pleats	U
That they had hats with brims that they were drest	J
In garbs without lappels than shame the streets	U
With so much raggedness You may invest	J
Much cash this way but it will cost its price	U
To give a good round real cheque to Vice	U
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In brief Oh teach the child its moral rote	J
Not in the way from which 'twill not depart	J
But out out out Oh bid it walk remote	J
And if the skies are clos'd against the smart	J
Ev'n let him wear the single breasted coat	J
For that ensureth singleness of heart	J
Do what you will his every want supply	L
Keep him but out of Newgate Mrs Fry	L