But madam Hoaxhoax, in her glass,
Beholding what it truly was,
Exclaim’d “my last new wig I’ll burn up,
If ’tis not bigger than a turnip!!!”
In public papers, more’s his glory,
The doctor advertised this story;
And you’ll confound the tractoring folks
By Haygarth’s tale of lady Hoax.[95]
Tell one more tale from ancient sages,
About the wonderous chain of ages,