And the lawyer’s their trusty accomplice in crime?
Knows’t thou the land once beloved of the Nine,
More lately the scene of Pacifico’s shine,
Where a soft head like Otho’s the crown could assume,
A King—with the mien of an underbred groom—
Where the traders in feats of rascality vie
Where they cheat if you sell, and they cheat if you buy,
And to list to a native’s to list to a lie.
Where, if trees (as we say) may be known by their fruit,
One’s certain that Honesty never struck root.