Photostat, from an original owned, 1929, by T. W. Schreiner, New
York City: Yale University Library.
What is Sauce for a Goose is also Sauce for a Gander.
Being A small Touch in the
Lapidary Way. Or
Tit for Tat, in your
own Way. An Epitaph On a certain
great Man. Written by a departed Spirit and now Most humbly
inscrib’d to all his dutiful Sons and Children, Who may
hereafter chose to distinguish him by the Name of A
Patriot. Philadelphia, printed in
Arch-Street 1764.
TO the much esteem’d Memory of / B——— F——— Esq;
L. L. D; / The only man of his day / In Pennsylvania, / Or perhaps
of any age or in any country, / Whose ingrate Disposition
and Badness of Heart / (These enormous Vices) / Ever
introduced to / Popularity. / As he was the first Philosopher / Who,
contrary to any known System, discovered / How to maltreat his /
Patrons / Without Cause, / And be angry
without Reason, / He may be justly styl’d / A stupenduously
surprizing / And a Great man. / By
assuming the merit / Of other mens discoveries, / He
obtain’d the name of / A Philosopher. / By
meanly begging and some Times buying / Honorary Degrees, / From several Colleges and
Universities, / He obtain’d the Character of / A Man of
Learning. / From an early Desire, that
portended / Greatness, / Implanted in his
original / Stamina. / To have Power lodged / In his own
Hands, / He most tyranically opposed, / And even
insulted / The highest order of Men. / And by an Address,
peculiar to himself, / He found the Way to climb to Promotion /
Upon the Shoulders of Friends / Whom a few
Years before / He proposed to, and even boasted that
he would, Ruin. / Thus, rising by degrees / From the meanest
Circumstances / To a Politican of the first Magnitude, / He became
perfectly acquainted / With every Zig Zag Machination, / And
triming Contrivance, / Peculiar to that Science. / Quick as the
Flashes of Lightning, / Darted from a Cloud, / He would sometimes
level / All Distinctions, / Pull
down the very Walls / Of Power, / And fatally destroy the
Safeguards / Of Justice. / Blasting
with the same Breath, / Every necessary Subordination; / And
sitting [sic] at nought the Executors / Of Law and Order. / But in finally
aiming to overturn / The best of Governments, / And
dispossess the People of / Their Charter
Rights, / And inestimable Privileges, / He fell beneath
Himself, a lingering Martyr. / To the Loss of popular
Applause; / Oh mortifying Consideration! / Yet studious and
artfull, tho’ conscious / of his Guilt, / He struggled hard, but in
Vain, / To screen his Sins / From the Sight of the People; / White,
with an Effrontery surprising, / He loudly bellow’d and
vehemently complain’d / That Magistracy, / Which he had trampled on and Wounded, /
Was impotent and feeble. / Possessed of many
lucrative / Offices; / Procured to him by
the Interest of Men / Whom he infamously treated. / And receiving
enormous Sums / from the Province, / For Services / He never performed; / After betraying
it to Party and Contention, / He lived, as to the
Appearance of Wealth, / In moderate Circumstances. / His principal
Estate, seeming to consist, / Till very lately, / In his
Hand Maid Barbara / A most valuable
Slave, / The Foster-Mother / Of his last Offspring, /
Who did his dirty Work,—— / And in two Angelic Females, /
Whom Barbara also served, / As Kitchen Wench and Gold Finder. / But
alas the Loss! / Providence for wise, tho’ secret Ends, / Lately
depriv’d him of the Mother / Of Excellency.
/ His Fortune was not however impair’d, / For he piously witheld
from her / Manes, / The pitiful
Stipend of Ten Pounds per Annum, / On which he had
cruelly suffered her / To Starve; / Then
stole her to the Grave, in Silence, / Without a Pall, the Covering
due to her Dignity, / Without a Groan, a Sigh
or a Tear. / Without a Tomb, or even / a
Monumental Inscription. / Reader behold this striking
Instance of / Human Depravity and Ingratitude; / An irrefragable
Proof, / That neither the Capital Services / Of Friends, /
Nor the attracting Favours of the Fair, / Can fix the Sincerity of
a Man, / Devoid of Principles and / Ineffably mean; /
Whose Ambition is / Power; / And whose
Intention is / Tyrany / Remember then O
Friends and Freemen, / And be intreated to consider, / That in the
howling Wilderness / When we would guard ourselves against / The
covered Wolves of the Forest, or / The stinging Snakes of the
Mountains, / Our Maxim should be / Beware of taking them to
our / Bosoms. / Finis.