Be now to Bacchus, now to Venus prone,
And share each folly Man has thought his own;
Shame him from Vice, by shewing him your shame,
And part with yours, to reinstate his Fame;
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Be generously vile, and this your view:
That Man may hate his errors seen in you.
Say, when the Coxcomb flatters and adores,
When (taking snuff) your pity he implores;
With many a gentle Dem'me swears to die,