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But, if the case must be so hard,
That faces suffer by a card,

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Backbiters only we defy,
Faces are free from injury.

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MR. ROCHFORT'S REPLY.

YOU say your face is better hung
Than ours — by what? by nose or tongue?
In not explaining, you are wrong
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠to us, sir.

Because we thus must state the case,
That you have got a hanging face,
Th' untimely end's a damn'd disgrace
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠of noose, sir.

But yet be not cast down: I see
A weaver will your hangman be;
You'll only hang in tapestry
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠with many:

And then the ladies, I suppose,
Will praise your longitude of nose,
For latent charms within your clothes,
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠dear Danny.

Thus will the fair of every age
From all parts make their pilgrimage,
Worship thy nose with pious rage
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠of love, sir:

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