His office keeps your parchment fates entire,
He starves with cold to save them from the fire;
For you he walks the streets through rain or dust,
For not in chariots Peter puts his trust;
For you he sweats and labours at the laws,
Takes God to he affects your cause,
And lies to every lord in every thing,
Like a king's favourite--or like a king.
He starves with cold to save them from the fire;
For you he walks the streets through rain or dust,
For not in chariots Peter puts his trust;
For you he sweats and labours at the laws,
Takes God to he affects your cause,
And lies to every lord in every thing,
Like a king's favourite--or like a king.
Pope - Essay on Man
