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And could they vamp him a new head, perhaps he would be wiſer.

XII.
  *But Baron Wild come out here,
  Shew your Ferret face and Snout here,
For you being both a Fool and Knave Are a Monſter in the Rout here.

XIII.
  Nich. Lechmere Loyalty needs ſtill,
  And on Weather-cocks he feeds ſtill,
If Heathen, Turk, or Jew ſhould come, ſo he would change his Creed ſtill.

XIIII.
  There’s half-witted Will. Say too,
  A right fool in the Play too,
That would make a perfect Aſſe, if he could learn to Bray too.

XV.
  Cornelius thou wer’t a Link-boy,
  And born ’tis like, in a Sink boy,
Ide tell thy Knavery to the World, but thy Pitch ſticks in my ink, Boy.

XVI.
  Baron Hill was but a Valley,
  And born ſcarce to an Alley,
But now is Lord of Taunton-Deane and thouſands he can Ralley.

XVII.
  But if you ask the Nation,
  Whence came his Elevation,

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