You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat,
But here you may come, and no tax we require,
You may loudly condemn what you greatly admire;
You may growl at our wishes and pains to excel,
And may snarl at the rascals who please you so well.
At your wish we attend, and confess that your speech
On the nation’s affairs might the minister teach;
His views you may blame, and his measures oppose,
There’s no Tavern-treason - you’re under the Rose;
Should rebellions arise in your own little state,