----Most pleasing of thy sex,
Born to delight and never
vex;
Whose kindness gently can controul
My wayward turbulence of soul. Pry''thee, my dearest, dost thou read, 5
The Morning _Prints_, and ever heed
MINUTES, which tell how time''s mispent,
In either House of Parliament? See T----, with the front of Jove!
But not like Jove with thunder grac''d{1}, 10
In Westminster''s superb alcove
Like the unhappy Theseus plac''d{2}.
Day after day indignant swells
His generous breast, while still he hears
_Impeachment''s_ fierce relentless yells, 15
Which stir his bile and grate his ears. And what a dull vain barren shew
ST. STEPHEN''S luckless Chapel fills;
Our notions of respect how low,
While fools bring in their idle Bills. 20 Noodles{3}, who rave for abolition
Of _th'' African''s improv''d condition_{4},
At your own cost fine projects try;
Dont _rob_--from _pure humanity_. Go, W------, with narrow scull, 25
Go home, and preach away at Hull,
No longer to the Senate{5} cackle,
In strains which suit the Tabernacle;
I hate your little wittling sneer,
Your pert and self-sufficient leer, 30
Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip,
Insects will gnaw the noblest ship;
Go, W------, be gone, for shame,
Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name. Poor inefficient B----, we see 35
No _capability_ in thee,
Th'' immortal spirit of thy Sire
Has borne away th'' æthereal fire,
And left thee but the earthy dregs,--
Let''s never have thee on thy legs; 40
''Tis too provoking, sure, to feel,
uny heel. Pedantick pupil of old Sherry,
Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry,
If not by tedious languor wrung-- 45
Hold thy intolerable tongue. Drawcansir DOLBEN would destroy
Both
slavery and licentious joy;
Foe to all sorts of _planters_{6}, he
Will suffer neither _bond_ nor _free_. 50 Go we to the Committee room,
There gleams of light conflict with gloom,
While unread rheams in chaos lye,
Our water closets to supply. What frenzies will a rabble seize 55
In lax luxurious days, like these;
THE PEOPLE''S MAJESTY, forsooth,
Must fix our rights, define our truth;
Weavers{7} become our Lords of Trade,
And every clown throw by his spade, 60
T'' _instruct_ our ministers of state,
And _foreign commerce_ regulate:
Ev''n _bony_ Scotland with her dirk,
Nay, her starv''d presbyterian _kirk_{8},
With ignorant effrontery prays 65
Britain to dim the western rays,
Which while they on our island fall
Give warmth and splendour to us all. See in a stall three feet by four,
Where door is
window, window door, 70
Saloop a hump-back''d cobler drink;
"With _him_ the muse shall sit and think;"
_He_ shall in _sentimental_ strain,
That _negroes_ are _oppress''d_, complain.
What mutters the decrepit creature? 75
THE DIGNITY OF HUMAN NATURE{9}! WINDHAM, I won''t suppress a gibe.
Whilst THOU art with the whining tribe;
Thou who hast sail''d in a balloon,
And touch''d, intrepid, at the moon, 80
(Hence, as the Ladies say you wander,
By much too fickle a Philan