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Upon the Infidel H IRCUS calling in Person upon the Author to deprecate his just Vengeance touching his Snarlers ; in a Letter addressed to some Ladies .

A Second Triumph, Ladies, give me Joy!
P*****r Himself, and not his greasy Boy,
Came Yesterday, all Terror struck, to find
Your humble out, and with a slavish Mind,
(To deprecate my Wrath) when to depart,
(First told I was remov'd, which gall'd his Heart)
Left Word, that if I should return, why then,
He begg'd his Sirship's Comps. and wish'd again,
That Mr. U. would call in T- ft-n-Street ,
(Which when I do may I the D — l meet)
For he, the Infidel, from his own Shore ,
Had Letters just received, implying more.
May I be branded with his foul Disgrace,
( " H-ll in his Heart, and Tyburn in his Face " )
If e'er I hold Acquaintance with him more;
My Soul's resolv'd. — Now, Ladies, as before.
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