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And ye sall walk in silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye'll consent to be his bride, Nor think o'Donald mair.

'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their price."

A hoarseness caused by swallowing gold and silver.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.

Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats, And ask no questions but the price of votes.

Alas! the small discredit of a bribe Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.

By gold all good faith has been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest restraint.

No mortal thing can bear so high a price, But that with mortal thing it may be bought.

There is gold for you. Sell me your good report.

'Tis gold Which buys admittance--oft it doth--yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th' stand o' th' stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.

What, shall one of us, That struck for the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh.

Every man has his price.

Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.