To feel my Wants, yet shew 'em thus detected,
Is living to the Dotage, I have acted!
T' have acted only Once excus'd might be,
When I but play'd the Fool for Charity!
But fondly to repeat it!—Senseless Ninny!
—No—now—as Doctors do—I touch the Guinea!
And while I find my Doses can affect you,
'Twere greater Folly still, should I neglect you.
Though this Excuse, at White's they'll not allow me;
The Ralliers There, in Diff'rent Lights will shew me.