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To a Country Gentleman	A
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Man with integrity of heart	B
Disdains to play a double part	B
He bears a moral coat of mail	C
When envy snarls and slanders rail	C
From virtue's shield the shafts resound	D
And his light shines in freedom round	D
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If in his country's cause he rise	E
Unbribed unawed he will advise	E
Will fear no ministerial frown	F
Neither will clamour put him down	F
But if you play the politician	A
With soul averse to the position	A
Your lips and teeth must be controlled	G
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What minister his place could hold	G
Were falsehood banished from the court	H
Or truth to princes gain resort	H
The minister would lose his place	I
If he could not his foes disgrace	I
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For none is born a politician	A
Who cannot lie by intuition	A
By which the safety of the throne	J
Is kept subservient to his own	J
For monarchs must be kept deluded	K
By falsehood from the lips exuded	K
And ministerial schemes pursuing	L
Care nothing for the public ruin	A
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Antiochus lost in a chase	I
Traversed the wood with mended pace	I
And reached a cottage sore distressed	M
A Parthian fed the regal guest	M
But knew not whom the countryman	A
Warmed by unwonted wine began	N
To talk of courts and talk of kings	O
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We country folk we see such things	O
They say the king is good and wise	E
Ah we could open both his eyes	E
They say God bless him he means good	P
Ah we could open them we could	P
And show him how his courtiers ride us	Q
They rob us and they then deride us	Q
If King Antiochus could see	R
Or if he knew as much as we	R
How servants wound a master's name	S
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same	S
If King Antiochus I say	T
Could see he'd kick those scamps away	T
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Both in good time their couches sought	U
The peasant slept the monarch thought	U
At earliest dawn the courtiers found	D
And owned the king by trumpet sound	D
Unto his rustic host the guest	M
With due reward his thanks expressed	M
And turning to his courtier train	V
Since you are bent on private gain	V
You may your private gain pursue	W
Henceforth I will be quit of you	W
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A country squire by whim directed	X
The nobler stocks canine neglected	X
Nor hound nor pointer by him bred	Y
Yap was his cur and Yap was fed	Y
And Yap brought all his blood relations	Z
To fill the posts and eat the rations	Z
And to that end it came about	A2
That all the others were turned out	A2
Now Yap as curs are wont to do	W
If great men's curs on tradesmen flew	W
Unless they bribed him with a bound	D
He worried all the tenants round	D
For why he lived in constant fear	B2
Lest they in hate should interfere	B2
So Master Yap would snarl and bite	C2
Then clap his tail and fly with fright	C2
As he with bay and bristling hair	D2
Assailed each tradesman who came there	D2
He deemed if truth should get admittance	E2
'Twould followed be by his demittance	E2
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It chanced that Yap upon a day	T
Was by a kins cur lured to play	T
And as Miss Yaps there were they thought	U
Unto Miss Yaps to pay their court	H
And had a little hunting bouting	L
Like Antony who so went outing	L
With Cleopatra So pursuing	L
Yap and Mark Antony found ruin	A
A neighbour passing by then ventured	F2
And seeing the coast clear he entered	F2
The squire enjoyed a quiet chat	G2
And said Now tell me neighbour Mat	G2
Why do men shun my hall Of late	H2
No neighbour enters in my gate	H2
I do not choose thence to infer	I2
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Squire 'tis nothing but the cur	I2
Mat answered him with cursed spite	C2
The brute does nought but bark and bite	C2
There is some cause we all agree	R
He swears 'tis us we say 'tis he	R
Get rid of him the snarling brute	J2
And these old halls shall not be mute	J2
There nothing is we more desire	I2
Than lose the cur and win the squire	K2
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The truth prevailed and with disgrace	E2
The cur was cudgelled out of place	E2

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