The True Mercurialist

Who at the Sharpe Penns Point, can Malice keepe
Splitt Envies gall; & strike Disgrace asleepe;
Whom Hermes armes w th Snakes & rodds; Derides
Him who long swords, him who short gunns prouides,
Charg'd with round Iron-bullet Ieasts, still goes
Cocksure; & clapps i'th bosome of his foes.
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