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XXIII. ONE THING WANTING.
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How many Requisites in War would do,
The Monarch thought the Statesman had been funny,
Who answer'd: “Three, Sir: Money, Money, Money.”
But right he answer'd, as Affairs went then,
If Money would procure Allies and Men.
But modern Ministers keep up the Tune
And “Money, Money, Money!” cries each One.
But here the Diff'rence is: these modern Great
Buy only Promises whene'er they treat.
Tho' Money once suffic'd, we must allow,
Some further Requisite is wanting now,
Some higher Quality, to play our Part.—
Say, P---m, is it Honesty, or Art?
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