But most have without it entire Approbation.
Nay, let us confess, and give Mortals their due,
We borrow a great many Maxims from you!
And would ne’er have you heed what your Satirists say,
Who expose to the World all your pensions and pay. 80
Such Wretches, by jealous Emotions betray’d,
Are as knavish as you, and yet never get paid.
Sejanus politely his Compliments sends,
To show he remembers his very good Friends,
And tells you, with Grief which his Feelings betray,