Peace gain’d by tumult, plenty bought with blood:
Sharp means, he own’d; but when the land’s disease
Asks cure complete, no med’cines are like these.
Our Justice now, more led by fear than rage,
Saw it in vain with madness to engage;
With imps of darkness no man seeks to fight,
Knaves to instruct, or set deceivers right:
Then as the daring speech denounced these woes,
Sick at the soul, the grieving Guest arose;
Quick on the board his ready cash he threw,