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WHEN, as Corruption hence did go, And left the nation free; When A said A, and N said N, Without a place or fee: Then Satan, thinking things went ill, Sent forth his spirit, call'd Quadrille, Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.

Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack, And four fair suits he wore: His troops they are with red and black All blotch'd and spotted o'er: And ev'ry house, go where you will, Is haunted by the imp Quadrille, &c.

Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing, Which well court-cards they name; And, statesmen like, calls in the king, To help out a bad game: But, if the parties manage ill, The king is forced to lose Codille, &c. Rh