Bore him triumphant in a glittering car,
While thundering plaudits rent the echoing air.
So,—the Election being finish'd,
His borough gain'd, his coin diminish'd,
Our Knight in mock heroic state
Is now exalted,—but not great.
Beyond all doubt the people's choice,
Ah!—could he check the people's voice?
For some exclaim,—A venal knave!
And others,—A time-serving slave!