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No gainfull office gives him the pretence
To grind the Subject or defraud the Prince.
Wrong conscience, or no conscience may deserve
To thrive, but ours alone is privileg'd to sterve.

Still thank your selves you cry, your noble race
We banish not, but they forsake the place.
Our doors are open: true, but e'er they come,
You toss your censing Test, and fume the room;
As if 'twere Toby's rival to expell,
And fright the fiend who could not bear the smell.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$To this the Panther sharply had reply'd,
But, having gain'd a Verdict on her side,
She wisely gave the loser leave to chide;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Well satisfy'd to have the But and peace,
And for the Plaintiff's cause she car'd the less,
Because she su'd in formâ Pauperis;
Yet thought it decent something shou'd be said,
For secret guilt by silence is betray'd:

So