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24.Salloway with Tobacco,Inſpired, turn’d State Quacko;And got more by his feigned Zeal, Then by his What dy’e lack ho.
25.But Liſle is half forgotten,Who oft is over-ſhotten,For juſt like Harp and Gridiron, His Brains with Law do Cotten.
26.Lord Monſon’s next the Bencher,Who waited with a Trencher,How his Tail is jerk’d at Home and Abroad, For he’s a feeble Wencher.
27.We hear from Sir John Lenthall,Though this gouty Lord hath ſpent all,His Rump’s plac’d wrong, but ’tis his Face, That is right Fundament-all.
28.What Knaves are more to be vext, Sirs,You’ll hear when I ſing next, Sirs,For now my Muſe is tir’d with this Abominable Text, Sirs.
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