ABSTRACT
And catechis'd in ev'ry street. 'You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great; Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? Or do the Prints and Papers lye?' 115 Faith, Sir, you know as much as 1. 'Ah Doctor, how you love to jest? 'Tis now no secret'-I protest 'Tis one to me-'Then tell us, pray, When are the Troops to have their pay?' 120 And, tho' I solemnly declare I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown The closest mortal ever known.
