DIALOGUE. II.
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Sure, if they cannot cut, it may be said
His Saws are toothless, and his Hatchets Lead.
It anger'd Turenne, once upon a day,
To see a Footman kick'd that took his pay:
But when he heard th'Affront the Fellow gave,
Knew one a Man of Honour, one a Knave;
The prudent Gen'ral turn'd it to a jest,
And begg'd, he'd take the pains to kick the rest.
Which not at present having time to do—
A. Hold Sir! for God's-sake, where's th'Affront to you?
Against your worship what has S———k writ?
When did 'Ty———l hurt you with his Wit?
Or grant, the Bard whose Distich all commend,
[In Pow'r a Servant, out of Pow'r a Friend.]
To W———le guilty of some venial Sin,
What's that to you, who ne'er was out nor in?
The Priest whose Flattery be-dropt the Crown,
How hurt he you? he only stain'd the Gown.
And how did, pray the Florid Youth offend,
Whose Speech you took, and gave it to a Friend?
His Saws are toothless, and his Hatchets Lead.
It anger'd Turenne, once upon a day,
To see a Footman kick'd that took his pay:
But when he heard th'Affront the Fellow gave,
Knew one a Man of Honour, one a Knave;
The prudent Gen'ral turn'd it to a jest,
And begg'd, he'd take the pains to kick the rest.
Which not at present having time to do—
A. Hold Sir! for God's-sake, where's th'Affront to you?
Against your worship what has S———k writ?
When did 'Ty———l hurt you with his Wit?
Or grant, the Bard whose Distich all commend,
[In Pow'r a Servant, out of Pow'r a Friend.]
To W———le guilty of some venial Sin,
What's that to you, who ne'er was out nor in?
The Priest whose Flattery be-dropt the Crown,
How hurt he you? he only stain'd the Gown.
And how did, pray the Florid Youth offend,
Whose Speech you took, and gave it to a Friend?
B. Faith
