Wait, and you’ll find the cordial you admire
Has added fuel to your fever’s fire:
Say, should a robber chance your purse to spare,
Would you the honour of the man declare?
Would you assist his purpose? swell his crime?
Besides, he might not spare a second time.
Compassion sometimes sets the fatal sign,
The man was poor, and humbly begg’d a line;
Else how should noble names and titles back
The spreading praise of some advent’rous quack?