as
Will.
often insults us with the Knowledge of the Town, we sometimes take our Revenge upon him by our Knowledge
of
Books.
He was last Week producing two or three Letters which he writ in his Youth to a Coquet Lady. The Raillery of them was natural, and well enough for a mere Man of the Town; but, very unluckily, several of the Words were wrong spelt.
Will.
laught this off at first as well as he could; but finding himself pushed on all sides, and especially by the
Templar