The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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[Here Persons who for Places Wait]
Here Persons who for Places Wait,
Their Faithless Courtiers Greet:
And Men of Sense, made Fools by Fate,
Their Crafty Patrons meet.
Their Faithless Courtiers Greet:
And Men of Sense, made Fools by Fate,
Their Crafty Patrons meet.
Here Pension'd Spies like Saints appear,
Who do Mens Hearts inspect;
And whisper in the Statesmans Ear,
What they Abroad Collect.
Who do Mens Hearts inspect;
And whisper in the Statesmans Ear,
What they Abroad Collect.
Here News by Subtle Tongues is spread,
To try the Listening Crowd;
But what is Truth's a Secret made,
While Lyes are Talk'd aloud.
To try the Listening Crowd;
But what is Truth's a Secret made,
While Lyes are Talk'd aloud.
Beau Fools in Clusters here Resort,
And are so Sawcy grown,
They'll ask my Lord, what News from Court,
Who Smiles, and Answers, None.
And are so Sawcy grown,
They'll ask my Lord, what News from Court,
Who Smiles, and Answers, None.
To be Inform'd few caring less;
But ask as 'tis the Mode;
No Knowledge seek, but how to Dress.
Their Taylor is their God.
But ask as 'tis the Mode;
No Knowledge seek, but how to Dress.
Their Taylor is their God.
Here Flatterers meet their Empty Squires;
And praise their shallow Sense;
The Idiot in Return admires,
His fawning Eloquence.
And praise their shallow Sense;
The Idiot in Return admires,
His fawning Eloquence.
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And that he further may Enjoy
A Man of such Desert,
He steps to Lockets, cross the Way,
And Treats him with a Quart.
A Man of such Desert,
He steps to Lockets, cross the Way,
And Treats him with a Quart.
The Gamester does this Bubble set;
And seems his mighty Friend;
Hence draws him to a Tavern Treat,
That's Fatal in the end.
And seems his mighty Friend;
Hence draws him to a Tavern Treat,
That's Fatal in the end.
Both such who Serve and Plague the State,
Do hither make their Way;
And Crowds of Humane Vultures wait,
To Catch their Silly Prey.
Do hither make their Way;
And Crowds of Humane Vultures wait,
To Catch their Silly Prey.
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