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At Kensington, N. H.:
A live Dog is better than a dead Lion.
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Come drop a tear as you pass by,
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now you soon must be,
Prepare for death and follow me.
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A zealous locksmith died of late,
And did arrive at heaven's gate:
He stood without, and would not knock,
Because he meant to pick the lock.
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Here lies Matthew Mudd,
Death did him no hurt;
When alive he was mud,
Now he's nothing but dirt.