The Dog And Thief.

Quoth the thief to the dog, let me into your door
    And I'll give you these delicate bits.
Quoth the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're,
    And besides must be out of my wits.

Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,
    But my master each day gives me bread;
You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal,
    And I must be hang'd in your stead.

The stockjobber thus from 'Change Alley goes down,
    And tips you the freeman a wink;
Let me have but your vote to serve for the town,
    And here is a guinea to drink.

Says the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent!
    Your offers of bribery cease:
I'll vote for my landlord to whom I pay rent,
    Or else I may forfeit my lease.

From London they come, silly people to chouse,
    Their lands and their faces unknown:
Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house,
    That would turn a man out of his own?