To my Frend Mun: gon to London to play at Tennice

ON SEEING J. C. — — FT, ESQ. ABUSED IN A NEWSPAPER .

When a wretch to public notice,
Would a man of worth defame;
Wit, as threadbare as his coat is,
Only shews his want of shame.

Busy, pert, unmeaning parrot!
Vilest of the venal crews!
Go — and in your Grub-street garret,
Hang yourself and paltry muse.

Pity too the meddling sinner
Should for hunger hang or drown:
F — — x, (he must not want a dinner)
Send the scribbler half a crown.
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