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 No hypocrite or Prodigal appear—— Consummate impudence forbade the one, And downright meanness, would the other shun.

Come Camel of the wharf, spit forth your spleen, Swear black is white, avow that white is green, Say gold’s not gold, but metal’s base alloy Pert opposition of an illtrained boy, The twits and twaddle of a school debate, Shine bright in archives of your infant state,— Augæan’s stables need Herculean broom Both thews and sinews of a stalwart groom— Go sell your slops, sand-sugar in your store, Nor heed the breakers that in distance roar, Which shall o’er-whelm Gomorrha in a tide Unstemmed by Canute; ’tis in vain you tried, Receding waters sweep the filthied shore And leave the present but a tale of yore.—

Mark well that fussy pursy starch frilled breast, That frets and fumes,—a working tub of yeast To rise itself, or sour the pauper’s bread Worse luck,—or lead had ballasted its head.— What come again to squirt at random range Its foul saliva,—badinage on change, How coarse vulgarity proclaims its caste The parvenu—still striving to be fast— ’Tis S, A, D, sad brand to squatter’s known, Whom oft it pilfered, and thro’ whom ’tis grown, The shameless sham, the cautious coward cur, That blasts the land as doth the Bathurst burr— ’Twas Chilian horse imports the noxious weed, The fates forbid ass propagate its breed, The patriot Pict who sowed the thistle down Compared with this, were Curtius in renown.—