Were hang’d in hemp of their own beating;
Yet, it was thought, the sword she bore
Check’d but the desp’rate and the poor; 150
That, urg’d by mere necessity,
Were ty’d up to the wretched tree
For crimes, which not deserv’d that fate,
But to secure the rich and great.
Thus every part was full of vice, 155
Yet the whole mass a paradise;
Flatter’d in peace, and fear’d in wars
They were th’ esteem of foreigners,
And lavish of their wealth and lives,
The balance of all other hives. 160
Such were the blessings of that state;
Their crimes conspir’d to make them great:
And virtue, who from politics
Has learn’d a thousand cunning tricks,
Was, by their happy influence, 165
Made friends with vice: And ever since,
The worst of all the multitude
Did something for the common good.
This was the state’s craft, that maintain’d
The whole of which each part complain’d: 170
This, as in music harmony
Made jarrings in the main agree,
Parties directly opposite,
Assist each other, as ’twere for spite;
And temp’rance with sobriety, 175
Serve drunkenness and gluttony.
The root of evil, avarice,
That damn’d ill-natur’d baneful vice,
Was slave to prodigality,
That noble sin; whilst luxury 180
Employ’d a million of the poor,
And odious pride a million more:
Envy itself, and vanity,
Were ministers of industry;
Their darling folly, fickleness, 185
In diet, furniture, and dress,
That strange ridic’lous vice, was made
The very wheel that turn’d the trade.
Their laws and clothes were equally
Objects of mutability! 190
For, what was well done for a time,
In half a year became a crime;
Yet while they altered thus their laws,
Still finding and correcting flaws,
They mended by inconstancy 195
Faults, which no prudence could foresee.
Thus vice nurs’d ingenuity,
Which join’d the time and industry,
Had carry’d life’s conveniences,
Its real pleasures, comforts, ease, 200
To such a height, the very poor
How vain is mortal happiness!
Had they but known the bounds of bliss; 205
And that perfection here below
Is more than gods can well bestow;
The grumbling brutes had been content
With ministers and government.
But they, at every ill success, 210
Like creatures lost without redress,
Curs’d politicians, armies, fleets;
While every one cry’d, damn the cheats,
And would, though conscious of his own,
In others barb’rously bear none. 215
One, that had got a princely store,
By cheating master, king, and poor,
Dar’d cry aloud, the land must sink
For all its fraud; and whom d’ye think
The sermonizing rascal chid? 220
A glover that sold lamb for kid.
The least thing was not done amiss,
Or cross’d the public business;
But all the rogues cry’d brazenly,
Good gods, had we but honesty! 225
Merc’ry smil’d at th’ impudence,
And others call’d it want of sense,
Always to rail at what they lov’d:
But Jove with indignation mov’d,
At last in anger swore, he’d rid 230
The bawling hive of fraud; and did.
The very moment it departs,
And honesty fills all their hearts;
There shows ’em, like th’ instructive tree,
Those crimes which they’re asham’d to see; 235
Which now in silence they confess,
By blushing at their ugliness:
Like children, that would hide their faults,
And by their colour own their thoughts:
Imag’ning, when they’re look’d upon, 240
That others see what they have done.
But, O ye gods! what consternation,
How vast and sudden was th’ alteration!
In half an hour, the nation round,
Meat fell a penny in the pound. 245
The mask hypocrisy’s sitting down,
From the great statesman to the clown:
And in some borrow’d looks well known,
Appear’d like strangers in their own.
The bar was silent from that day; 250
For now the willing debtors pay,
Ev’n what’s by creditors forgot;
Who quitted them that had it not.
Those that were in the wrong, stood mute,
And dropt the patch’d vexatious suit: 255
On which since nothing else can thrive,
Than lawyers in an honest hive,
All, except those that got enough,
With inkhorns by their sides troop’d off.
Justice hang’d some, set others free; 260
And after gaol delivery,
Her presence being no more requir’d,
With all her train and pomp retir’d.
First march’d some smiths with locks and grates,
Fetters, and doors with iron plates: 265
Next gaolers, turnkeys and assistants:
Before the goddess, at some distance,
Her chief and faithful minister,
’Squire Catch, the law’s great finisher,
Bore not th’ imaginary sword, 270
But