Epigram 5

Yet in a Sling you bear your Arm?
The Duel , Friend, was close, and warm,
Nor is my Wound so very flight.
Good Captain , do your Honour Right!
'Tis all Pretence , your Foes declare,
And that this Scarf you only wear,
That you may not be forc'd , to Fight .
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