Then, Neighbour, e’en save your Pence,
For his Learning is all a Pretence:
If he knows not who sh-t——of course,
He nothing can know of your Horse.
And no Light can his Figures afford,
Whose Conjuring’s not worth a T——
So as wise our two Clowns came Home,
As any who on such Errands roam.
On a Pannel at the Faulcon in St. Neot’s Huntingdonshire.
My Maidenhead sold for a Guinea,