A Sequel to Don Juan — page 43: what you’re looking at

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Dt A SEQUEL TO ~ The world’s made up of humbug. Every class Throughout society is built upon it :— The aristocracy would quickly pass To nothing, were it not supported on it. The Bishop, as he sips his joyous glass, Thinks of his mitre and the way he won it, And laughs in his lawn-sleeves at the facility With which he tickles John Bull’s gullibility. LXXXV. To arrogate all virtues not your own— T’affect a sanctity you cannot feel— To seem to raise your thoughts to heaven alone, And ostentatious give the poor a meal ; To speak in favour of the Church and Throne, And swear the clamorous poor deserve ‘“‘ cold steel,’’— ‘These are the means by which a man may raise Himself to fame and fortune now-a-days. LXX XVI. O humbug—humbug ! thou hast built thy shrine, God knows, to some effect ;—the golden calf, Which Nabuchodonozor called divine, Was not so great as thou—no, not by half ! Out of a hundred you have ninety-nine To worship you, and only one to laugh :— Kings, prelates, statesmen, peers, all bow the knee In humble veneration unto thee ! comichbooks;com