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You vilest of the human race, / A traitorous fiend with double face; / A fawning sycophant from youth, / Who never spoke a word of truth: / Who shed thy tears like crocodile; / Apparent virtue prov'd all vile: / You ask'd for cash the other day; / And for your coach hire home to pay.
Poor needy wretch I lent you gold, / You in return my credit sold: / But vile ingrate, the world shall know, / You've prov'd my base ungenerous foe.