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Whilst t'other two strain'd hard to raise
Their hoarse flux'd voices in his praise,
And made a concert sweeter far
Than that which terrified the ear
Of poor Belfegar, when 'twas told him
His noisy wife was come to scold him.
A broken leather-selling Roundhead,
Who for much less than half compounded,
Was also proud among the rest
To shew himself upon his beast ;
Though most men thought his ilMook'd person
Disgrac'd the brute he clapp'd his a — e on :
For sure no counter-catchpole, mounted
For Tyburn-road, with soul undaunted,
When at cart's tail he creeps full slow,
With javelin rested on his toe,
Could be more hiss'd at by the rout,
Or teas'd by those that rak'd about.
Than was our bankrupt emissary.
Who seem'd about the mouth so merry,
That all men in his smiles might see,
He triumph'd o'er dead majesty ;
Nay, often has been heard to prate.
And say, " She died three years too late."
A venomous revengeful cit,
Who daily does in public spit
More poison, wheresoe'er he comes,
Than fifty toads have in their gums ;
A sharper, who has all his paces
In knavish suits and bankrupt cases ;
Well fitted for such jobs, or rather
To punish flies in sultry weather,
For spitting upon Turkey leather.
A famous brewer next advanc'd,
Upon a steed that finely pranc'd,
A horse well fatted for the day
With goods instead of oats and hay ;