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The Mournival of Knaves.

An Epigram.

Four arrant Knaves, in one deceitful Pack,
Together hang, and hold each other's Back.
How! Hang together, did I chance to say!
O that we could but see that happy Day!
'Tis true they'r cancell'd, and no more Court-Cards,
But still some think they want their Just Rewards.
Proud Hewson, Pam, no more shall save his Looe,
Or Knave of Hearts Theatrick Punks subdue:
The Knave of Spaids shall do no further hurt,
Or with a Tongue invenom'd shame the Court:
Nor shall the Knave of Diamonds, now h'as lost
The Game, win Beauty at the Publick cost;
But since they've all betray'd their want of Brains,
Instead of Knaves, shall pass for Single Tens.