Nay, look not sad, my friend; if you’re correct,
You’ll find the friendship that you’d not expect.”
If right the man, the house was Swallow’s own;
If wrong, his kindness and good-will were shown:
“Rogue!” “Villain!” “Scoundrel!” cried the losers all:
He let them cry, for what would that recall?
At length he left us, took a village seat,
And like a vulture look’d abroad for meat;
The Borough-booty, give it all its praise,
Had only served the appetite to raise;