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CANTO IX.
A Pseudo-Daemon haunts the Town.
Beats poor Folk, and throws 'um down;
Wou'd I could light on this cheating Lown.
Wou'd I cou'd find this unlucky Sot,
I'de chop him as small as Herbs to the Pot.
I'de hang him, and rost him like a Dog,
Or smoak him for a Bacon Hog.
Also, there's a Cant of Bitches,
That pass for counterfeit Witches.
Gypsies all, and Ballad Sellers,
Juglers, Smuglers, Fortune-Tellers,
Palmestry and Lottery Spellers.
Spirits, Sharks, and Kidnappers,
And such like nimble Snipper-Snappers.
Of Girls and Boys, Dye-Dappers,
Men and Women Entrappers.
Cutpurses, all sorts of Trepanners,
Without all Honesty, Wit or Manners.
Stargazers, Pedlars, Interlopers,
Tinkers, Tumblers, Dancing Ropers.
Rat-catchers, Relique-Mongers,
Bully-Rocks, Hectorean Dongers.
Figure-Flingers Circulators,
Almanack Prognosticators.
Nativity Calculators,
Fantastick, Enthusiastick Quakers.