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?