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From whom, should chance again convey her down,
The Peer's disease in turn attacks the Clown.
Hear too the 'Squire, or 'squire-like farmer, talk,
How round their regions nightly pilferers walk;
How from their ponds the fish are borne, and all
The rip'ning treasures from their lofty wall;
How their maids languish, while their men run loose,
And leave them scarce a damsel to seduce.
And hark! the riots of the Green begin,
That sprang at first from yonder noisy inn;
What time the weekly pay was vanish'd all,
And the slow hostess scor'd the threat'ning wall;
What time they ask'd, their friendly feast to close,
One cup, and that juft serves to make them foes;
When blows ensue that break the arm of Toil,
And batter'd faces end the boobies' broil.
