The Invidious

O FORTUNE! if my pray'r of old Was ne'er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may'st allow My suppliant wish, that asks it now: Yet think not, Goddess! I require it For the same end your clowns desire it.

In a well-made effectual string Fain would I see Lividio swing; Hear him from Tyburn's height haranguing; But such a cur's not worth one's hanging. Give me, O Goddess! store of pelf, And he will tie the knot himself.