Jewels of ingenvity, Set in a Coronet of Poetry By the Industry of T. J. [i.e. Thomas Jordan] |
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On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story that quarreld in the street.
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On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story that quarreld in the street.
The little man, by tother mans vain-glory,It seems was roughly us'd, so saies the Story.
But being a little heated, and high blown
In anger, flyes on Story, plucks him down:
And when they rise, I know not how it fated,
One got the worst, the Story was translated
From white to red, but ere the fight was ended
It seemes a Gentleman that one befriended
Came in and parted them. The little blade
Ther's no man could desire or yet perswade
But he would fight still, till another came
And with perswasions counsel'd 'gainst the same.
'Twas in this manner, friend you shall not fight
With one that's so unequal to your height,
Story is tall, the tother made reply,
I'de pluck him down were he three stories high.
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