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<HEAD>THE Nobe Mans Generous Kindne&s;s, OR, The <HI>Country-Mans</HI> Unexpected Happine&s;s.</HEAD>
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<P>Giving a true Account of a Nobleman, who taking notice of the Poor Man's Indu&s;trious Care and pains for the maintaining of his Charge, which was &s;even &s;mall Children, meeting him upon a day, Di&s;cour&s;ed with him, and inviting him and his Wife, with his Children, home to his Hou&s;e, and accordingly be&s;tow|ed upon him a Farm of Thirty Acres of Land, to be continued to him and his Heirs for ever.</P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The two Engli&s;h Travellers.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>This may be printed,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<LG>
<L>A Noble Man liv'd near a Village of late,</L>
<L>Hard by a poor Thre&s;her, who&s;e charge it was great</L>
<L>He had &s;even Children, &amp; mo&s;t of them &s;mall,</L>
<L>And none but his Labour to keep them withal.</L>
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<LG>
<L>He <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="3+ letters">er was given to Idle and Lurk,</L>
<L>This Noble Man &s;eeing go daily to Work:</L>
<L>His Flail, with his bag and his bottle of Beer,</L>
<L>As cheerful as tho&s;e that had hundreds a year.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus careful and con&s;tant each morning he went</L>
<L>To his dayly Labour with joy and content,</L>
<L>So jocond and jolly, both Whi&s;tle and Sing,</L>
<L>As blith and as brisk as a Bird in the Spring.</L>
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<LG>
<L>One morning this Noble Man taking his Walk,</L>
<L>He met with this Poor Man, and freely did talk;</L>
<L>He asked him many a Que&s;tion at large,</L>
<L>Familiarly talking concerning his Charge.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thou ha&s;t many Children I very well know,</L>
<L>Thy Labour is hard, and thy Wages is low,</L>
<L>And yet thou art cheerful; I pray tell me true,</L>
<L>How you do maintain them &s;o well as you do.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I carefully carry home all that I Earn,</L>
<L>Now daily experience by this I do learn;</L>
<L>That though it is po&s;&s;ible we may live poor,</L>
<L>We &s;till keep a ravenous Woolf from the door.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I Reap and I Mow, and I Harrow and Sow,</L>
<L>Sometimes I to Hedging and Ditching do go:</L>
<L>No work comes ami&s;s, for I Thre&s;h and I Plow,</L>
<L>Thus I ear<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> my Bread by the &s;weat of my Brow.</L>
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<L>My Wife &s;he is willing to pull in the Yoak,</L>
<L>We live like two Lambs, and we never provoke</L>
<L>Each other, but like to the labouring Ant,</L>
<L>We do our endeavour to keep us from want.</L>
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<L>And when I come home from my Labour at night,</L>
<L>To my Wife and Children, in whom I delight,</L>
<L>To hear them come round me with tatling noi&s;e,</L>
<L>Now the&s;e are the Riches that poor men enjoys.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Though I am as weary as weary may be,</L>
<L>The younge&s;t I commonly dance on my Knee:</L>
<L>I find that Content is an ab&s;olute Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>I've never repin'd at my Charge in the lea&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Noble Man hearing then what he did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Was pleas'd, and invited him home the next day:</L>
<L>His Wife and his Children he charg'd them to bring</L>
<L>In token of favour, he gave him a Ring.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then thanked his Honour, and taking his leave,</L>
<L>He went to his Wife, who would hardly believe,</L>
<L>But that this &s;trange &s;tory him&s;elf he might rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet &s;eeing the Ring &s;he was then in a maze.</L>
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<L>Betimes in the morning the good Wife aro&s;e,</L>
<L>And made them all fine with the be&s;t of their Clo&s;e.</L>
<L>The good Man and Wife, with his Children &s;mall,</L>
<L>They then was to Dine at the Noble Man's Hall.</L>
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<L>But when they came there, as the truth doth report,</L>
<L>All things was prepar'd in a plentiful &s;ort:</L>
<L>And they at the Noble Mans Table did Dine,</L>
<L>With all &s;orts of of Dainties, with plenty of VVine:</L>
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<L>All this being over, he &s;oon let him know,</L>
<L>VVhat he then intended on him to be&s;tow:</L>
<L>A Farm, with full thirty good Acres of Land</L>
<L>And gave him the Writings then with his own hand</L>
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<LG>
<L>Becau&s;e thou wa&s;t careful and good to thy wife,</L>
<L>I'le make thy days happy the re&s;t of thy life</L>
<L>It &s;hall be for ever to thee and thy Heir,</L>
<L>For why, I beheld thy Indu&s;trious Care.</L>
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<LG>
<L>No tongue then was able in full to expre&s;s,</L>
<L>The depth of their joy, and their true thankfulne&s;s,</L>
<L>With many a Court&s;ie and Bow to the ground,</L>
<L>But &s;uch Noble Men there is few to be found.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Sign of the Golden-Ball in <HI>Pye-Corner.</HI></P>
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