A junto, Doctor? No, 'tis one
Who makes,--though hundreds share--the fun;
He heeds you not. Your "rod" provide:
'Twill serve to sting your own b-cks-de.
Yourself shall be "dismay'd" and "sore,"
As from your breech descends the gore;
And, as I flog with stroke uncivil,
I shall be "Lincoln," you the "Devil."
Again, Sir!--you know where to place it,--
I say "Qui capit, ille facit."
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