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Plate 3, opposite p.12:-

DOCTOR SYNTAX, STOPT BY HIGHWAYMEN.
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So on he went in pleasant mood,
And shortly gain'd a stately wood,
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But ah! how false is human joy!
When least we think it, ills annoy:
For now, with loud impetuous rush,
Three ruffians issued from a bush;
One Grizzle stopp'd, and seiz'd the reins,
Which they all threat the Doctor's brains.
Poor Syntax, trembling with affright,
Resists not such superior might,
But yields him to their savage pleasure,
And gives his purse, with all its treasure.
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