LINES, Written on the back of a
Guinea Note. __ THOU little badge of independence, Thou mak’st e’en pride dance
mean attendance; Thou sure has
magic in thy looks, Gives p—ts a taste for tasteless books; Makes lawyers lie, makes
courtiers flatter, And wily statesmen Patriots
clatter, Makes ancient maids seem young
again, At sixty, beauteous as sixteen; Makes foes turn friends, and
friends turn foes, And drugmen brew the pois’ning
dose, And ev’n as common say prevails, Thou mak’st e’en justice tip
the scales. |