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Some say there are courtiers of highest renown, Who steal the king's gold, and leave him but a crown: Some say there are peers and parliament men, Who meet once a year to rob courtiers again. Let them all take their swing, To pillage the king, And get a blue riband instead of a string. Now Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.

Knaves, of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inventions, Call'd briberies grants, and plain robberies pensions: Physicians and lawyers (who take their degrees To be learned rogues) call'd their pilfering fees. Since this happy day Now ev'ry man may Rob (as safe as in office) upon the highway. For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.

Some cheat in the Customs, some rob the Excise: But he who robs both is esteemed most wise. Churchwardens too prudent to hazard the halter, As yet only venture to steal from the altar. But now, to get gold, They may be more bold, And rob on the highway since Jonathan's cold: For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease. And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. VI. Some