Printed for J. Knapton, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, S. Crowder and Co. W. Bathoe, T. Lownds, T. Caslon, and G. Kearsly. M.DCC.LXI. _Such dreadful Laws of late 'gainst Wit are made,_ _It dares not in the City show its Head._ _No Place is safe; each Cuckold turns Informer,_ _If we make merry--it must be in a Corner._ _And here's To-night, what doubly makes it sweet,_ _A private Table, and a Lady's Treat:_ _At her Reflections none can be uneasy,_ _When the kind Creature does her best to please ye._ _Humbly she sues, and 'tis not for your Glory_ _T'insult a Lady--when she falls before ye._ _But since no human Wit can stand the Test,_ _With_ Gorman! _and the_ Champion of the West! _…
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