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Rh With the falsest of tongues, the sincerest of men—

His veracity were but deceit—

And Nature must first have unmade him again,

Ere his breast or his face, or his tongue, or his pen,

Conceived—uttered—looked—or wrote down letters ten,

Which Truth would acknowledge complete.

22.

Satan next took the army list in hand,

Where he found a new "Field Marshal;"

And when he saw this high command

Conferred on his Highness of Cumberland,

"Oh! were I prone to cavil—or were I not the Devil,

I should say this was somewhat partial;

Since the only wounds that this Warrior gat,

Were from God knows whom—and the Devil knows what!"

23.

He then popped his head in a royal Ball,

And saw all the Haram so hoary;