On Hys Friendship

When H—y finds out what you cannot do
That is the very thing hell set you to
If you break not your Neck tis not his fault
[A peck of poisons] But pecks of poison are not pecks of salt
And when he could not act upon my wife
Hired a Villain to bereave my Life
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