Trust me, I will not into danger run.”
The lottery drawn, not one demand was made;
Fulham gain’d profit and increase of trade.
“See now,” said he - for Conscience yet arose -
“How foolish ’tis such measures to oppose:
Have I not blameless thus my state advanced?”
“Still,” mutter’d Conscience, “still it might have chanced.”
“Might!” said our hero: “who is so exact
As to inquire what might have been a fact?”
Now Fulham’s shop contain’d a curious view