On care and merit none will now rely,
’Tis Party sells what party-friends must buy;
The warmest burgess wears a bodger’s coat,
And fashion gains less int’rest than a vote;
Uncheck’d the vintner still his poison vends,
For he too votes, and can command his friends.
But this admitted; be it still agreed,
These ill effects from noble cause proceed;
Though like some vile excrescences they be,
The tree they spring from is a sacred tree,