A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For

Fears Of Sinning Let In Thoughts Of Sin.

He Tried The Luxury Of Doing Good.

Our Farmers Round, Well Pleased With Constant Gain, Like Other Farmers, Flourish And Complain.

Soldiers In Arms! Defenders Of Our Soil! Who From Destruction Save Us; Who From Spoil Protect The Sons Of Peace, Who Traffic Or Who Toil; Would I Could Duly Praise You, That Each Deed Your Foe's Might Honor, And Your Friends Might Read.

From Powerful Causes Spring The Empiric's Gains, Man's Love Of Life, His Weakness, And His Pains; These First Induce Him The Vile Trash To Try, Then Lend His Name, That Other Men May Buy.