Deny thy God, betray thy Friend,At BAAL's altars hourly bend,So shalt Thou rich and great be seen;To be Great now, You must be mean.HENCE, Tempter, to some weaker Soul,Which Fear and Interest controul,Vainly thy precepts are address'dWhere VIRTUE steels the steady breast.Through Meanness wade to boasted pow'r,Through Guilt repeated ev'ry hour,What is thy Gain, when all is done,What mighty Laurels hast Thou won?Dull Crouds, to whom the heart's unknown,Praise Thee for Virtues not thine own;But will, at once Man's scourge and friend,Impartial CONSCIENCE too commend?From her reproaches can'st Thou fly?Can'st Thou with worlds her silence buy?Believe it not—her stings shall findA Passage to thy Coward Mind,There shall she fix her sharpest dart,There shew Thee truly, as Thou art,0