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Like Children, that would hide their Faults,
And by their Colour own their Thoughts;
Imag’ning, when they’re look’d upon,
That Others see, what they have done.

But, Oh ye Gods! What Consternation,
How vast and sudden was th' Alteration!
In half an Hour, the Nation round,
Meat fell a Penny in the Pound.
The Mask Hypocrisie ’s flung down,
From the great Statesman to the Clown;
And some, in borrow’d Looks well known,
Appear’d like Strangers in their own.
The Bar was silent from that Day;
For now the willing Debtors pay,
Ev'n what’s by Creditors forgot;
Who quitted them, who had it not.
Those, that were in the Wrong, stood mute,
And dropt the patch’d vexatious Suit.

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