y wants beset, Is quickly glad his own name to forget; Unless you've gold you cannot do much harm, And if you've gold you need no other arm. Gold if you lack you cannot cross the brine; Better than ten men's strength is one man's coin.
ON A YOUNG MAN WITH RED HAIR
He is a lad of sober mind, By no means martially inclined; Nor fit to bear war's dreadful shocks, Although he carries fire-locks.
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LONDON: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.
Footnotes:
{13a} Britain.
{13b} Prison-foogd, the governor of the prison, Dan fogd.
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