H-df-n's SPEECH from the Pillory.

WHAT mean these Crouds, this Noife and Roar!
Did ye ne'er fee a Rogue before?
Are Villains then a Sight so rare,
To make you prefs and gape and stare?
Come forward all who look so fine,
With Gain as illy got as mine:
Step up—you'l soon reverse the Show;
The Croud above, and few below.

Well—for my Roguery here I stand,
A Spectacle to all the Land:
High elevated on this Stage,
The greatest Villain of the Age.
My Crimes have been both great and many,
Equal'd by very few, if any:
And for the Mischiefs I have done
I put this wooden Neckcloth on.

There *HOW* his brawny Back is stripping,
Quite callous grown with often whipping.
In vain you wear your *Whip-Cord* out,
You'l ne'er reclaim that Rogue so stout.
To make him honest, take my Word,
You must apply a bigger Cord.

Now all ye who behold this Sight,
That ye may get some profit by't,
Keep always in your Mind, I pray,
These few Words that I have to say.
Follow my Steps and you may be
In Time, perhaps, advanc'd like me;
Or, like my fellow Lab'rer *HOW*,
You'l get at least a *Poft* below.

Sold by N. HURD, near the Exchange, and at the *Heart* and *Crown* in Cornhill, *Boston*.