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DIALOGUE. II.
Is that too little? Come then, I'll comply—
Spirit of Arnall! aid me while I lye.
Cobham's a Coward, Polwarth is a Slave,
And Lyttleton a dark, designing Knave,
St. John has ever been a wealthy Fool—
But let me add, Sir Robert's mighty dull,
Has never made a Friend in private life,
And was, besides, a Tyrant to his Wife.
But pray, when others praise him, do I blame?
Call Clodius, Wolsey, any odious name?
Why rail they then, if but a Wreath of mine
Oh All-accomplish'd St. John! deck thy Shrine?
What? shall each spur-gall'd Hackney of the Day,
When Pax—n gives him double Pots and Pay,
Or each new-pension'd Sycophant, pretend
To break my Windows, if I treat a Friend;
Then wisely plead, to me they meant no hurt,
But 'twas my Guest at whom they threw the dirt?
Sure, if I spare the Minister, no rules
Of Honour bind me, not to maul his Fools;
Spirit of Arnall! aid me while I lye.
Cobham's a Coward, Polwarth is a Slave,
And Lyttleton a dark, designing Knave,
St. John has ever been a wealthy Fool—
But let me add, Sir Robert's mighty dull,
Has never made a Friend in private life,
And was, besides, a Tyrant to his Wife.
But pray, when others praise him, do I blame?
Call Clodius, Wolsey, any odious name?
Why rail they then, if but a Wreath of mine
Oh All-accomplish'd St. John! deck thy Shrine?
What? shall each spur-gall'd Hackney of the Day,
When Pax—n gives him double Pots and Pay,
Or each new-pension'd Sycophant, pretend
To break my Windows, if I treat a Friend;
Then wisely plead, to me they meant no hurt,
But 'twas my Guest at whom they threw the dirt?
Sure, if I spare the Minister, no rules
Of Honour bind me, not to maul his Fools;
Sure
