is solved by Ten score.
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298
My first I went the other day,
And pretty surely reckon’d
A basket of fine fish to catch,
With hook and rod and second.
But I was out in reckoning;
A very pretty she
Of her fair face show’d just my whole—
And pretty soon hook’d me.
is solved by Outline.
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299
Of mirth the parent, though the child of art,
A stranger to myself in every part;
Each India has a native in my breast,
The West my sweetness, and my fire the East.
While milder climes my virtue to complete,
Quicken my softness, and correct my heat;
My dearest friends upon my vitals prey,
And as they see me sinking, grow more gay.
is solved by Punch.