Whom with state-craft, to interest only true,
You now accuse of ills contrived by you.
To this hell's agent:—Royal youth, fix here;
Let interest be the star by which you steer.
Hence, to repose your trust in me was wise,
Whose interest most in your advancement lies;
A tie so firm as always will avail,
When friendship, nature, and religion fail.
On our's the safety of the crowd depends,
Secure the crowd, and we obtain our ends;