Both must be blamed, both pardon’d; ’twas just so
With Fox and Pitt full forty years ago!
So Walpole, Pulteney;—factions in all times
Have had their follies, ministers their crimes.”
Give me th’ avow’d, th’ erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet—perhaps may turn his blow;
But of all plagues, good Heav’n, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh! save me from the Candid Friend!
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“Barras loves plunder, Merlin takes a bribe,—