, says I,
after those Words
, The Fleet, that used to be the Terrour of the Ocean, should be Wind-bound for the sake of a ——;
after which ensues a Chasm, that in my Opinion looks modest enough.
Sir
, says my Antagonist,
you may easily know his Meaning by his Gaping; I suppose he designs his Chasm, as you call it, for an Hole to creep out at, but I believe it will hardly serve his Turn. Who can endure to see the great Officers of State, the
B—y's
and
T—t's
treated after so scurrilous a Manner?
I can't for my Life