"If so be that noble Er-rls and infarior chur-rls
Has parties they don't love and daresen't bate,
Let them squeeze their purses to choke off the curses
And not foist their verses on the Public State!
'Twas worse than jobbery, and a right down robbery,
For to give the ruffian fifty pounds a year,—
Becase the swate nobilities were dhreading his civilities,
And ould Lord Lonsdale in a state of bodily fear.
"Themselves despiting, there was Carlisle writing,
And Brougham inditing of saft-sardering notes,