With me you may safely their consequence wait;
To recruit your lost spirits ’tis prudent to come,
And to fly to a friend when the devil’s at home.
That I’ve faults is confess’d; but it won’t be denied,
’Tis my interest the faults of my neighbours to hide;
If I’ve sometimes lent Scandal occasion to prate,
I’ve often conceal’d what she lov’d to relate;
If to Justice’s bar some have wander’d from mine,
’Twas because the dull rogues wouldn’t stay by their wine;
And for brawls at my house, well the poet explains,