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Which last is a scheme of paper money, And means--being interpreted-- 'Bees, keep your wax--give us the honey, And we will plant, while skies are sunny, Flowers, which in winter serve instead.'

There is a great talk of revolution-- And a great chance of despotism-- German soldiers--camps--confusion-- Tumults--lotteries--rage--delusion-- Gin--suicide--and methodism;

Taxes too, on wine and bread, And meat, and beer, and tea, and cheese, From which those patriots pure are fed, Who gorge before they reel to bed The tenfold essence of all these.

There are mincing women, mewing, (Like cats, who _amant miserè_[83],) Of their own virtue, and pursuing Their gentler sisters to that ruin, Without which--what were chastity?

Lawyers--judges--old hobnobbers Are there--bailiffs--chancellors-- Bishops--great and little robbers-- Rhymesters--pamphleteers--stock-jobbers-- Men of glory in the wars,--