In Chaise and Four, called on the Secretary.
The Minister, with admiration struck,
Soon advertised his Friends of their good Luck;
This Victory, with all its consequences,
Would seat them firmly on the Treasury Benches.
Read the Dispatch—wrote off to the Lord Mayor,
Who to the Cits should the great News declare;
And they, Rich, Lusty Rogues, without alloy,
As usual, Ate and Drank, to shew their joy.
And now what hearty peals of exclamation,