Like preserves she's kept with care, Like blanch'd almonds she is fair, Soft as down on peach her hair, And so soft, so smooth is each Pretty cheek as that same peach, Yet more like in hue to cherries; Then her lips, the sweet strawberries, Caroline herself shall try them If they are not like when nigh them; Her bright eyes are black as sloes,

Had ever peach such artistic hue, and teeth such pearly pearliness, and lips such positive sweetness, and brow such loveliness?

One crust peach pie Orange pie Peach custard pie Prune pie Pumpkin

To day a Saint, if he but hang a Papist, Peach a true Protestant, your Saint's turn'd Atheist: And dying Sacraments do less prevail, Than living ones, though took in Lamb's-Wool-Ale.

Observe mee then: I saw a theif, comitting fellony; I know the mayster of the thing was stolne, I com unto this theif, as't might bee thee, And make this covenant; eather give mee half And make mee sharer or thou forfettest all, I'l peach thee to the owner; in this case What may I justly claime? Fisher.

Unt I am missed, monsieur, no more t'an iss a grain of sand from t'e peach out yonder!"