Come gentlemen you, I address myself to,
For the name of this flattering rogue;
You love it no doubt, so you’ll soon find it out:
For amongst you it’s greatly in vogue.
It smiles in your face, when the slave you embrace,
My words you will find to be true;
But it leaves a damned curse, like for better or worse,
Which your cunning can never undo.
But he that denies it, and with ease can despise it,
And makes it his servant, not master;
Will find it his friend, and on him it will tend,
And comfort him when in disaster.