Slander
by
FITCH:
“All vices you’ve exhausted, friend;
So all the papers say.”
PICKERING:
“Ah, what vile calumnies are penned!–
‘Tis just the other way.”
FITCH:
“All vices you’ve exhausted, friend;
So all the papers say.”
PICKERING:
“Ah, what vile calumnies are penned!–
‘Tis just the other way.”