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you and all
callid my Mafter a Knave: Fie, Mr. Shea ridán, 'tis a Shame For a Parson, who shou'd know better Things, to
come out with such a Name:
Shame and a Sin,
and all your Kin:
have in your whole Body, My Master is a parsonable Man, and not a spindle
Years since October,
drunk or sober:
to my Knowledge, Tho' you and your Come-rogues keep him out so late in your wicked College.
You say you will eat Grass on his Gravę; a
Christian eat Grass! Whereby you now confess your self to be a Goose
or an Ass: But that's as much as to say, that my Master should
die before ye; Well, well, that's as God pleases, and I don't be
lieve that's a třue Story, And so say I told you so, and you may go tell my
Master; what care I And I don't care who knows it, 'tiş all one to
Mary. Every Body knows that I love to tell Truth, and
shame the Devil; I am but a poor Servant, but I think gentle-Folks
should be civil. Besides, you found Fault with our Virtels one Day
that you was here, I remember it was upon a Tuesday, of all Days in
the Year. And Saunders the Man says, you are always jesting
and mocking, Mary, said he, (one Day, as I was mending my
My Master is so fond of that Minister that keeps
the School; I thought my Master a wise Man, but that Man
makes him a Fool.
a Dish-clout to his Tail. And now I must
get Saunders to direc thiş
The writes better.
Master comes from Pray’rs,
ing up Stairs:
Whereof I cou'd say more to your Verses, if I
could write written Hand; And so I remain in a civiļ Way, your Seryant to command,
PETHOX the Great.
Written in the Year 1723.
ROM Venus born, thy Beauty shows;
But who thy Father, no Man knows;,
And still the bloody Field frequent,
Thy fair indulgent Mother crown'd