Still knave, and fool? — For God's sake, Sir, refrain!
This petulance of pride will prove your bane.
What! you're averse to dash thro' thick and thin?
Try cleaner ways — 'tis done, if you begin.
Go with soft flattery, studious to oblige,
Some dull, and self-admiring lord besiege,
And like the dove, to MECCA's prophet dear,
Pick a good living from your patron's ear:
GULLION succeeded thus, and so may you —
But railing, railing! — Friend, it ne'er can do.