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AN EPIGRAMMATIC COLLOQUY,
Occasioned by Sir John Lade's ingenious method of managing his estates.
Said Hope to Wit, with eager looks,And sorrow streaming eyes;
In pity, Jester, tell me when,
Will Johnny Lade be—wise?
Thy sighs forego, said Wit to Hope,
And be no longer sad;
Tho' other soplings grow to men,
He'll always be—a Lad.
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