He call’d his messmates by their names,
Some speedy aid to send:
No Phipps, no Long, no Premier heard,
(Because he slept), nor Mulgrave stirr’d—
A fav’rite has no friend.
From hence, ye placemen, undeceiv’d,
Know, one false step is ne’er retriev’d;
Be warn’d by this sad hour;
Not all that tempts your wand’ring eyes
And hearts corrupt, is lawful prize,