Nursery Rhyme. DLXV. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
    Brother and sister are in the back yard,
        Begging for barley bread.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXIX. Riddles.

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Epitaphs

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLI. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXV. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXV. Natural History.

    Bah, bah, black sheep,
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Nursery Rhyme. DL. Natural History.

    The winds they did blow,
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        A lady did me buy,
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