To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear,
To pour at will the counterfeited tear;
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To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear,
To pour at will the counterfeited tear;
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat,
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
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At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each.

A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

To laugh, to lie, to flatter to face,
Foure waies in court to win men's grace.

To laugh, to lie, to flatter to face,
Foure waies in court to win men's grace.