By cheating master, king, and poor,
Dar’d cry aloud, the land must sink
For all its fraud; and whom d’ye think
The sermonizing rascal chid? 220
A glover that sold lamb for kid.
The least thing was not done amiss,
Or cross’d the public business;
But all the rogues cry’d brazenly,
Good gods, had we but honesty! 225
Merc’ry smil’d at th’ impudence,