‘Then shoals of Salesmen,[66] travelling in all Weathers,
‘You know them by their Spur, long Swords, and Feathers.
‘Smuggling, ’tis said, is grown to such a Pitch,
‘That all these Feather’d Rogues are getting Rich.
‘But Folks say any thing for the sake of chatter—
‘I don’t believe a word about the matter:
‘If in their course of Duty, and Employment,
‘A Hare pick up, by way of some enjoyment,
‘That’s quite enough to give the Rogues a Name—
‘“See, these D——n’d Salesmen! why, they live on Game!”