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The turncoat there who calls his changes fusion, 

 Follows, like hound, the party then in vogue, 

 And calls his former comrade cheat and rogue ; 

 Takes his fat place, and fattens on his fall, 

 Eating his fellows like a cannibal. 

 There, reeling &quot;Pats,&quot; a new made voting host, 

 Bestow their favors on who pays them most. 

 Swear to support the laws and constitution, 

 From which their ignorance gives absolution. 

 In motley garb they follow those that feed em, 

 And sell their votes before they ve learnt to read 



em. 



Here Candidates smirks, and drinks, and bribes,. 

 And to all principles at once subscribes, 

 Denounces those in power as arrant thieves, 

 Calls for Reform, and for his country grieves : 

 While he, the greatest rascal of the day, 

 Wants but the chance to be still worse than they. 

 So want of power, oft makes those wondrous good 

 Who d reign like very Neros, if they could ; 

 Who virtues claim, when placed in humble sta 

 tions, 

 But shake them off, when great, like poor relations. 



There roars and howls Tiberius Gracchus Brown, 

 Who s on his legs to knock &quot; Creation &quot; down ; 



