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Chett, that Scundrel, he whom Nature madeAn arrant Fool, although a Rogue by Trade,
Which he industriously improv'd so well,
He does in nicest Villany excel,
And from the Trumpet rais'd the Colonel;
Yet lives a double Scandal in his Race,
His Morals are as odious as his Face:
Tho Knave and Coward in his Front be writ,
He has one Vertue recommends him yet;
A Passive Valour that can kicking bear,
A Caution that secur'd him in his Fear
Behind the Canon in the Western War.
And farther to this Honour has Pretence,
Can cheat his Men with matchless Impudence:
But that's the general Cry, While no bold Tongue
Is found to tell Augustus of their wrong.
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