9 These little thieves were all afraid, And some back to the highway made, Repenting ere the game was played. The wiser part by far were they, Who, thus repenting, went away, And told the others not to stay. Four only ventured to the spot, And of the farmer’s peaches got As many as they could, I wot. Then thought it time to make retreat, Lest in their exit they should meet Some bitter for their stolen sweet. F<>r mischief waits on mischief still; And ill acts ever tend to ill : Vice must be punish’d, and it will.
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