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 Causidico, whom fear of Want made Bold, Barters his boasted Honesty for Gold. Tacks and Impeachments once he urg'd as Law, To curb the Throne, the Ministry to awe: Witness Sigillo and the Irish Grants; But cease we now, he cries, those old Complaints. Let us restrain our too impetuous Zeal, Nor ever tack a persecuting Bill. Let us henceforth offending Statesmen screen; Let Justice sleep in Anna's gentle Reign. So is the Patriot chang'd from what he was; So solid a Conviction is a Place. Not rais'd for this by Abdon's bounteous Hand, Abdon, whose Virtues ev'ry Praise demand, Abdon,