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MG-A(G.756.041
11 Nov 1756:22,23 (601)
A LATE EPISTLE TO MR. C----N.
The better part of valour is discretion, in which better
part, I have sav'd my life.
Shakespeare.
Dear Sir, 'tis with pleasure the following I write,
And hope you'll impute my mistakes in my fright.
On the eighth day of May we set sail for Mahon,
Where we fear'd we should get (as the wind blew) too soon,
I was not in haste; for 'tis always my way,
To be first at a feast, and last at a fray.
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Do your best to enhance my deserts to the K---,
And in all things (but fighting) believe me, Yours, B---g.
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