< A Little Pretty Pocket-book
Swimming.
When the Sun's Beams have warm'd the Air,
Our Youth to some cool Brook repair;
In whose refreshing Streams they play,
To the last Remnant of the Day.
Rule of Life.
Think ere you speak; for Words once flown,
Once utter'd, are no more your own.
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