Aaron Hill

At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.

A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
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A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
A daw's not reckoned a religious bird
Because it keeps a-cawing from a steeple.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.

He comes to the world, as a gentleman comes
To a lodging ready furnished.

He comes to the world, as a gentleman comes
To a lodging ready furnished.