Who spurn’d from his presence the Friends of his youth,
And now has not one who will tell him the truth;
Who took to his counsels, in evil hour,
The Friends to the Reasons of Lawless Power;
That back the Public Informer
Who would put down the Thing,
That, in spite of New Acts,
And attempts to restrain it, by Soldiers or Tax,
Will poison the Vermin,
That plunder the Wealth,