The Dog And Thief By Jonathan Swift

Quoth The Thief To The Dog, Let Me Into Your Door And I'll Give You These Delicate Bits. Quoth The Dog, I Shall Then Be More Villain Than You're, And Besides Must Be Out Of My Wits. Your Delicate Bits Will Not Serve Me A Meal, But My Master Each Day Gives Me Bread; You'll Fly, When You Get What You Came Here To Steal, And I Must Be Hang'D In Your Stead. The Stockjobber Thus From 'Change Alley Goes Down, And Tips You The Freeman A Wink; Let Me Have But Your Vote To Serve For The Town, And Here Is A Guinea To Drink. Says The Freeman, Your Guinea To-Night Would Be Spent! Your Offers Of Bribery Cease: I'll Vote For My Landlord To Whom I Pay Rent, Or Else I May Forfeit My Lease. From London They Come, Silly People To Chouse, Their Lands And Their Faces Unknown: Who'D Vote A Rogue Into The Parliament-House, That Would Turn A Man Out Of His Own?