TRUE to your Principles, you never stray
From  tho' Int'rest lead the Way:
For  you still employ your Tongue;
And, rather than commit, you suffer Wrong.
When  Waves o'erflow'd the  Plain,
And  barter'd Honesty for Gain;
No Gain, no Place, nor Profit could controul
The stubborn Virtue of your steady Soul:
You firm to  and  stood,
Unfashionably just, and obstinately good.