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.'