You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier; You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier: How does Dampiere do? Ay, and Bournonville too? Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier? I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will fight France with you, I will take my chance with you; Bymy
Your News and Review, sir. I've read throughand through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren Of home-news or foreign, Nomurders or rapes worththe naming. Our friends, the Reviewers, Those chippers and hewers, Are judges of mortar and stone, sir; Butof meet orunmeet, In a fabric complete, I'll boldly pronounce they are
We camna here to view your warks, In hopes to be mairwise, But only, lest we gangto hell, It may be naesurprise: Butwhen we tirl'd at your door Your porter doughtnahear us; Saemay, shou'd we to Hell's yetts come, Your billy Satan sairus!