But he the moment watches, and entreats
Your honour’s name, - your honour joins the cheats;
You judged the med’cine harmless, and you lent
What help you could, and with the best intent;
But can it please you, thus to league with all
Whom he can beg or bribe to swell the scrawl?
Would you these wrappers with your name adorn
Which hold the poison for the yet unborn?
No class escapes them - from the poor man’s pay,
The nostrum takes no trifling part away: