The pauper’s friend, their foe, arose and spoke again;
Fiercely he cried, “Your garbled statements show
That you determine we shall nothing know;
But we shall bring your hidden crimes to light,
Give you to shame, and to the poor their right.”
Virtue like this might some approval ask -
But Conscience sternly said, “You wear a mask!”
“At least,” said Fulham, “if I have a view
To serve myself, I serve the public too.”
Fulham, though check’d, retain’d his former zeal,