By blushing at their ugliness:
Like children, that would hide their faults,
And by their colour own their thoughts:
Imag’ning, when they’re look’d upon, 240
That others see what they have done.
But, O ye gods! what consternation,
How vast and sudden was th’ alteration!
In half an hour, the nation round,
Meat fell a penny in the pound. 245
The mask hypocrisy’s sitting down,