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[Ninny is nuisance enough; Dolt worse; but worst is the Blackguard.]
Ninny is nuisance enough; Dolt worse; but worst is the Blackguard.
I was attack'd by all three, quietly going my ways,
Humming a tune to myself, plotting and dreading no evil.
“Pooh!” I said to the first; nothing at all to the next;
Third got a taste of my cudgel, and, leaving him rubbing his shoulders,
Off walk'd I, rather vext: “Why are such creatures at large?”
Were I to name in my verse the three obscure little wretches,
Memory of man might yield some little nook of contempt.
Nay, nay, pitiful Ninny, dense Dolt, and virulent Blackguard,
Bide in your ocean of mud, sink in it, soon disappear!
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