Let not Derision mock King Hudson’s[20] toil,
Who made things pleasant greenhorns to allure;
Nor prudery give hard names to the spoil
’Twas glad to share—while it could share secure.
All know the way that he his fortune made,
How he bought votes and consciences did hire;
How hands that Gold and Silver-sticks have swayed
To grasp his dirty palm would oft aspire,
Till these accounts at last their doctored page,
Thanks to mischance and panic did unrol,