Epodes 4 (Creech): Lupis Et Agnis

AS much as Lambs with Wolves agree,
So much, base Sot, do I with thee;
With Spanish whips thy Sides are torn,
Thy Legs with heavy shackles worn:
Tho Fortune smiles and swells thy Mind,
It gilds, but cannot change the Kind:
Do'st see when Thou with ruffling Gown
Do'st sweep the Mall, how many frown,
How each that views Thee, screws his Face,
And justly scorns the gawdy Ass!
He lately whipt at the Carts tail,
The very scandal of the Jayl,
Now vastly rich a mighty Spark
In Coach and Six flys o're the Park:
At Plays he takes the Box, in spight
Of Otho's Law, a doughty Knight!
What Honor is't to free the Waves
From Pyrates rage, and tame the Slaves,
What honor can attend the War
Where He a Captain claims a share?