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LXIV.
At the Castle, when coming in sight of the Bar,
S---mth gave us his VVelcome with such a fine Air;
So well skill'd in Language is the sly Dott'rell,
As if he design'd for a second Sir. C---rell.
To Splutter out Spanish, French, Dutch, can't forbear it,
And alike understands 'em, as much as his Claret.
And o're the Frail Sex has such an absolute sway,
That his Servants can hardly be sent Maids away;
Besides, should the Trade of the Vintners fail,
He has got a most Modern Receipt for Broom-Ale;
Nay, before he'l be guilty of Poverties Crime,
VVill Let out's Sweating Closet for twelve Pence a time.
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