A soul above fear of the Rabble he shows;
Is that to be said, British Statesmen, of you?
Or is it that you, whom mob-courtship doth move
With tribute from all due to load a part's purse.
Albeit your Honours both see and approve
The better arrangements, do follow the worse?
How bad are the worse, which poor fleeced Britons rue,
You have often confessed; but decline to advance
On that high path which upright financiers pursue;
They manage these matters much better in France.