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 That, when they have you in their eye, As if the Devil drove, they fly. T. My good friend Mullinix, forbear; I vow to G—, you're too severe: If it could ever yet be known I took advice, except my own, It should be yours; but, d—n my blood! I must pursue the publick good: The faction (is it not notorious?) Keck at the memory of Glorious : 'Tis true; nor need I to be told, My quondam friends are grown so cold, That scarce a creature can be found To prance with me the statue round. The publick safety, I foresee, Henceforth depends alone on me; And while this vital breath I blow, Or from above, or from below, I'll sputter, swagger, curse, and rail, The tories terrour, scourge, and flail. M. Tim, you mistake the matter quite; The tories! you are their delight; And should you act a different part, Be grave and wise, 'twould break their heart. Why, Tim, you have a taste I know, And often see a puppetshow: Observe, the audience is in pain, While Punch is hid behind the scene; But, when they hear his rusty voice, With what impatience they rejoice! And then they value not two straws, How Solomon decides the cause, Which