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The Knight and Squire, in hot dispute, / Within an ace of falling out, / Are parted with a sudden fright / Of strange alarm, and stranger sight; / With which adventuring to stickle, / They're sent away in nasty pickle.
'Tis strange how some men's tempers suit / (Like bawd and brandy) with dispute, / That for their own opinions stand last / Only to have them claw'd and canvast; / That keep their consciences in cases, / As fiddlers do their crowds and bases, / Ne'er to be us'd, but when they're bent / To play a fit for argument; / Make true and false, unjust and just, / Of no use but to be discust; / Dispute, and set a paradox / Like a straight boot upon the stocks, / And stretch it more unmercifully / Than Helmont, Montaign, White, or Tully.