Now by my bill you plainly fee,
That great an' fma can fitted be:
Come than flock flaught-bred unto me,

an' buy my shanks,

You may be fure that I will gi'

a warld o' thanks.

I likewife tell you by this bill,
That I do live upo Tower-hill,
Hard by the houfe o' Robie Mill,

juft i' the nuik,

Ye canna' miss't fan 'ere you will,

the fign's a buik.

O fi nunc juvenes et puellae

Wou'd flock in, like micantes ftellae,

Tum mihi fuavius erit melle,

The clink that haps baith back an' belly,

fan, frae the thrang,

Sed denique, it is uncommon

To fend a bill that mentions no man,

Ut finem huicce ftorý ponam,

Simmer an' winter, hoc eft nomen,

fit notum vobis,

I mean ROB. FORBES.

Explanation of the hard Words contained in AJAX'S Speech and the Journal: