I must confess, so infamous a knave
Can do no service, though the humblest slave:
}
{ Villains I praise, and patriots accuse;
{ My railing and my fawning talents use;
{ Just as they pay, I flatter or abuse
But I to men in power a —— am still,
To rub on any honest face they will.
}
{ Thus on I'll go; for libels I declare;