Epig. de Monsieur Corneille

Martin, Pox on him, that impudent Devil,
That now only lives by his Shifts,
By borrowing of Dribblets, and Gifts,
For a forlorn Guinny I lent him last Day,
Which I was assured he never would pay;
On my own Paper would needs be so civil,
To give me a Note of his Hand,
But I did the Man so well understand,
I had no great mind to be doubly trapan'd,
And therefore told him 'twas needless. to do't:
For said I, I shall not be hasty to Dun ye,
And 'tis enough surely to part with my Money,
Without losing my Paper to boot.