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Gray on the Cambridge Candidate for the High Stewardship

When sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face With a lick of Court Whitewash & pious grimace A wooing he went ; where three Sisters of Old In harmless society guttle & Scold. Lord Sister says Physic to Law! I declare Such a sheep biting look, such a pickpocket air, Not I for the Indies, you know I'm no prude, [some uncertain writing beneath "no prude"] But his nose, his tis a shame, and his eyes are so lewd [overstricken: luded] Then he shambles and straddles so odly, I fear No at our time of Life t'woud ['twould] be silly my Dear, I don't know says Law, but methinks for his looks They are just like the pictures in Rochester's books, Then his character Physic, his morals a Life: When she died I can't tell, but he once had a Wife. Then they say he's no Christian, loves drinking & whoaring [nb: h inserted] And [crossed out: lying, & filching] all the town rings, of his gaming and roaring, And lying, and filching, and newgate bird tricks, Not I, for a Coronet, Chariot and six.