Citation - Boston Evening Post (Fleet): 1767.02.02

BEP(F.767.003
2 Feb 1767:23 (1637) 
THE PLOT. A Tale, from an ancient manuscript.
High swolen with envy, and bursting with spleen,
Quoth *****to *****, I die with chagrin;
The S-p A-t's repeal'd and the people grow easy, 
A circumstance this, which, I'm sure, cannot please ye.
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The plan you project is as nice as my thumb;
We'll make the dogs dance to our tum ti ti tum.
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