“’Twere well if the Earth had their Censure engross’d;

But the Devil engages their Spleen to his Cost!

Poor Devil! from whom half our Blessings accrue,—

But the Saints give to no one the Qualities due.

Else, how might they praise without Flatt’ry’s Appearance 220

His Honour, his Spirit, his known Perseverance;

How seldom his Friendship’s remember’d to alter;

How he smiles on the Block, and how softens the Halter!

The Friends to his Cause he with Spirit supports,

Attends them at Tyburn, conveys them to Courts;