Classic Poem

The Saint sat down with the sinner:
All factions fused [?] one of a trade:
It was a magnanimous Dinner,
And Conscience alone for it paid.

'Twas cheap, they said, and their hunger
Wax'ed keen as the table they viewed.
Supreme sat the great money-monger
Surveying his subject brood.

Envision'd by men democratic,
Long-lineaged Earls were at ease:
And garments still rank from the attic
On costliest cloths rubb'd their grease.