— The engine always can its cork subdue, And make an easy conquest of the wine.
Flattery's a sly insinuating screw; The World — a bottle of Tokay so fine.  — The engine always can its cork subdue, And make an easy conquest of the wine.  Flattery's an ivy wriggling round an oak : This oak is often honest blunt John Bull; — Which ivy would its great supporter choak, Whilst John (so thick thewalls of his dark scull) Deems it a pretty ornament, and struts — Till Master Ivy creeps into John's guts, And gives poor thoughtless John a set of gripes : Then, like an organ, opening all his pipes, John roars ; and, when to a consumption drain'd, Finds out the knave his folly entertain'd.