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BEP(F.756.034
1 Nov 1756:12 (1105)
EPIGRAM.
Cries Blakeey to Byng, as he kept at a distance,
You'll be hang'd, you Poltroon, if you don't bring
assistance,
Why aye,--reply'd Byng, what you say may be true;
But then I may chance to be shot, if I do:
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Admiral B--g's Answer to his Friends, who had sent an
Express to acquaint him, of the public resentment.
You tell me, the nation is all in a flame,
All murmur, and load with reproaches my name,
They lash me in satire, and burn me in straw,
And threaten the harshest of lashes, the --- law.
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