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Now, gentle sirs, pray ope your eyes,
And learn the art of being wise:
Your schemes are idle wholly, wholly:
Ye show a wondrous want of wit;
Th' immortal statue rais'd to Pitt,
Immortalizeth too—your folly.
Stay but a little month or so,
Your fondness will be much abated;
Ev'n your own hands will overthrow
The idol that ye have created:
No more your pyramid supports its rat
Your tiger dwindles to a mangy cat.