Till topsy-turvy they had turned the state.
Plain sense, without the talent of foretelling,
Might guess 'twould end in downright knocks and quelling;
For seldom comes there better of rebelling.
When men will, needlessly, their freedom barter
For lawless power, sometimes they catch a Tartar;—
There's a damned word that rhimes to this, called Charter.[392]
But, since the victory with us remains,
You shall be called to twelve in all our gains,
If you'll not think us saucy for our pains.