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The unsuspecting often meet deceit, / By fawning wretches that would kiss their feet; / Such is the case, that man to man you'll see, / Would for a shilling a curs'd traitor be.
Too well I know by sad experience bought, / Man have by artful means my ruin sought; / And would have plung'd me in extreme distress, / To gain their aims, or make their troubles less.