CHEETHAM, the other night was tripping caught
Forgive him, Sir — he’ll not repeat the fault.
The best may err, misled by wine and youth,
Poor C[heetha] m drank too hard; and told—the truth!
Even thou, should generous wine o’ercome thy sense,
May’st rashly stumble on the same offence.
With pious whine, and hypocritic snivel,
fathers said, “Tell truth,and shame the devil.”²
A nobler way the Citizen is trying —
He seeks to shame the devilby outlying!³
How well De Witt, for different ends,
Can marshal his obedient friends!
When onlytime,he wants notsense,⁴