Those who have gain’d are sorry for the gloom,
But they who lost, unwilling peace should come;
There open envy, here suppress’d delight,
Yet live till time shall better thoughts excite,
And so prepare us, by a six-years’ truce,
Again for riot, insult, and abuse.
Our worthy Mayor, on the victorious part,
Cries out for peace, and cries with all his heart;
He, civil creature! ever does his best
To banish wrath from every voter’s breast;