'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.

'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.

A hoarseness caused by swallowing gold and silver.

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

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.

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are 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. [Lat., Auro pulsa fides. auro venalia jura, Aurum lex sequitur, mox sine lege pudor.]

Every man has his price.

Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.

Flowery oratory he [Walpole] 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.'