Classic Poem

Curse on the sordid miser's lust of gold,
By whom his country's interest is sold,
Auletes cries! and with a patriot's voice
Declares, or liberty, or death's my choice.

But when a statesman whispers in his ear,
Your vote shall gain a thousand pound a year;
With an obsequious bow, he thanks his grace,
And wonders how he could mistake the case.