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(4) A strait soon came, my friend I try'd

he laugh’d, and spurn’d my moan;

I hy’d me home, and tun’d my pipe

to John o’ Badenyon.

Methought I should be wiser next,

and would a Pa riot turn;

Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,

and cry’d up Parson Horn;

Their noble spirit I admir’d,

and prais'd their manly zeal,

Who had with flaming tongue and pen

maintain’d the public weal.

But ere a month or two was past,

I found myself betray'd,

’Twas self and party after all,

for all the stir they made:

At last I saw the factious knaves

insult the very throne;

I curs’d them all, and tun’d my pipe

to John o’ Badenyon.

What next to do I mus’d a while,

still hoping to succeed:

I pitch’d on books for company,

and gravely try’d to read: