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Sir John Fielding to Doctor Bernard [underlined in dashes] Sir John! I'm inform'd, and with much truth I fear, Tho numbers of felons are hang'd every year; That you can destroy the whole breed when you will; But oh! shame! for the profit you suffer them still; That you deal by them first as the Poulterers do When properly paid kill a couple or two. Dear Doctor don't grieve at the nominal evil Let me ask you one Question? would you kill the Devil? [a line of dashes] Riddle Form'd long ago, but made today I'm mostly us'd when others sleep What few woud choose to give away What fewer still woud wish to keep. a Bed [smaller print and underlined]