Epigram. The Carter Turned Logician

G iles Jolt , as sleeping in his Cart he lay,
Some pils'ring Villains stole his Team away.
Giles wakes and cries — — " What's here, a dickin! what!
" Why how now. — Am I Giles? or am I not?
" If he , — I've lost six Geldings, to my Smart;
" If not , — odds buddikins, I've found a Cart.
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