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 ( 4 ) CHEAT UPON CHEAT. ONE day as Irambled croſs Kirlington Park, On theſe ſorrowful times I made ſome remarks; I ſet myſelf down in a ſhade for to write Theſe verſes, to ſhew that the world's all a bite, For honeſty's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rage of the times. The way you muſt cry, is to follow my plan, To ſwagger, and ſwear, and cheat all that yeu can; You muſt mind that your neighbours don't ſee you do well; They'll be very angry, the truth I muſt tell; They'll backbite and ſcandal, and likely they all Will gladly rejuice to fre your duwi.fal ! For honeſty's quiet out of faſhion; And this is the rig of the times. The bakers ask cheats too, and none of the leaſt, Their bread is ſo ſpungy, 'tis pruſſ'd up with yeaſt, If they'd make their loaves big, as their wives do their heads, I'm ſure the poor people would have larger bread. But honefſy's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rig of the times. The next are the butchers, I muſt bring them in, They'll aſk Biphtpence a-pound, & believe it no ſin, They'll kick up the ficelyards, & make them go down And ſwear the weight's good, tho' it want a full pound ! For honeſty's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rig of the times.