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Wit for Money: OR, Poet STUTTER. A DIALOGUE.
PRithee, Frank, give me leave to retire, I have a mind to Read this Afternoon.
Indeed, Jack, you shall read men then—I wanted company and came to look for you, or any honest fellow, to spend it comfortably.
A good design, but hard to be compass'd, my friend, this Season, when the best part of both Sexes having taken the Field, a Man of Sense, or a Woman of Fashion, are as hard to be met here, as a Souldier in time of Action, or a Country At∣torney out of Term time.
But yet I hope the Spring hath not swept the Town so clean of good Company, but the Gleanings may serve you and I that are sharp set.
Faith, that's to be doubted of, except like Platonicks, the pleasures of the Mind make the whole Feast; for at this pre∣sent