Unlike the nobler beast, the Bear is bound,
And with the Crown so near him, scowls uncrown’d;
Less his dominion, but alert are all
Without, within, and ready for the call;
Smart lads and light run nimbly here and there,
Nor for neglected duties mourns the Bear.
To his retreats, on the Election-day,
The losing party found their silent way;
There they partook of each consoling good,
Like him uncrown’d, like him in sullen mood -