But I could almost wish me dumb,
When I must tell of what's to come."
Sir Jeffery, half-laughing, said,
"Johnny, I pray, be not afraid,
Whate'er your luckless wit has done,
I swear I will set down in fun;
By me, your sins shall be forgiven
As sure as Mercy is in Heaven."
Quæ Genus.
"Then, at your pleasure I proceed,