A Just and Modest Vindication

Great little Sir the Prince of Faunees
Sucking Pols, blew-Apron Sprites,
We've sy'd Sham-Plots through Tory Crannies
Which sorely our Indentures Frights;
With this Adress
We therefore press
Although we know not what to do,
But being bid
And fearing to be chid
By Bobadiddle, Good-fellow, &.
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