To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear, To pour at will the counterfeited tear; And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. Samuel JohnsonLondon. L. 140.
At the throngd levee bends the venal tribe: With fair but faithless smiles each varnishd oer, Each smooth as those that mutually deceive, And for their falsehood each despising each. ThomsonLiberty. Pt. V. L. 190.