If he’s an ass, he will be tryed by’s peers. But hold, I am exceeding my commission:
My business here was humbly to petition; But we’re so used to rail on these occasions, I could not help one trial of your patience: For ’tis our way, you know, for fear o’ th’ worst, To be beforehand still, and cry Fool first. How say you, sparks? How do you stand affected? I swear, young Bays within is so dejected, ‘Twould grieve your hearts to see him; shall I call him? But then you cruel critics would so maul him! Yet may be you’ll encourage a beginner;
But how? Just as the devil does a sinner. Women and wits are used e’en much at one, You gain your end, and damn ’em when you’ve done.
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