.Nw.ODcy

On Mr Thos Onslow breaking his collar bone by a fall against the crane of this Phaeton [underlined: by Mr Jekyll]

Dear Tom, how is your collar? In story we're told That the cranes were at war with the Pigmies of Old; But I thought that our Pigmies to day, had more brains Than to wage any war with such things as the Cranes. [flouishes]

Epitaph on Mr Toup translated from the Greek by Bp [bishop] Lowth

Of stale Mouldy leavings, scraps, payments & orts Of Lumber, & trump'ry, & trash of all Sorts; Of Ballads & Jests, such as Catamites use Strains of Vile Poetasters, the dregs of the Stews See Toup for a Bishop his medly set forth See the Critic's respect for high station & worth

     or

Toup forms a choice Medly nor blushes to dick up An Archcritic's rank mess for a Revd. Archbishop.