Guard well your Credit, for ’tis quickly gone:
’Tis gain’d by many Actions, lost by one.
At York, in a Window.
When Mr. H—— was chosen Mayor,
We thought our Peace stood very fair,
And hollow’d when he took the Chair.
But see how Mortals may prove civil,
They change their State from Good to Evil:
Set a Beggar on Horseback, he’ll ride to the Devil.
And so it prov’d.