EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

TOM—said—to—me, Tim, how very slow you move; I—said—to—he, Who runs best then let us prove. Per—ad—ven—ture, Swiftest foot may lose the race, Best—slow—and—sure; And, in truth, it was the case, Sir, depend on't.

Hey—off—we—set; Tom was first for half a mile. How—won—the—bett May make your worship smile, Tom—ran—so—fast, 'Gainst a stone he kick'd his toes: Less—speed—more—haste; Tom fell down and broke his nose. Mark the end on't.