Not, friend, 'till vanquish'd reason quits the field:
Then I, poor madman, 'midst the mad and vain,
May Judas-like betray my God for gain;
At HELLUO's board, where smokes th' eternal treat,
And all the fat on earth bow down, and eat,
A genuine son of LEVI may adore
The golden calf, as AARON did before.
Then welcome the full levee, where resort
Crouds of all ranks to pay their morning court,
The well-rob'd dean with face so sleek, and fair,
And tatter'd CODRUS pale and wan with care,
Whose yearly-breeding wife, in mean attire,
To feed her hungry brats must spin for hire.
Hail medley dome, where like the ark we find
Clean, and unclean, of ev'ry sort and kind!
Hail medley dome, where three whole hours together,
(Shiv'ring in cold, and faint in sultry weather)
We brook, athirst and hungry, all delay,
And wear in expectation life away!
But hush! in comes my lord — important, big,
Squints thro' his glass, and bustling shakes his wig,
Whose saucy curls, confin'd in triple tye,
With constant work his busy hands supply.
He stops, bows, stares — and whispers out aloud
"What spark is you, that jostles thro' the croud?"
Sir William's heir — "enough — my dear, good friend,
"Sir William liv'd — I think — at Ponder's end;
"Yes — yes — Sir William liv'd"— Then on he goes,
And whispering this grand secret crams his nose
Into your wig, and squeezing every hand,
"'Tis mine to serve you, Sir — Your's to command"—
Thus kindly breathing many a promise fair,
He feeds two rows of gaping fools with air;
Unmeaning gabbles set rotines of speech,
As papists pray, or prelates us'd to preach,
Makes himself o'er in trust, to keep his ground,
And FAIRLY CULLS HIS CREDITORS ALL ROUND.