Thus do I strive with heart and hand To drive sedition from the land!
The Whig chief is disabled, in spite of his armour, and he is lying at the mercy of the enemy.
There is nought but a place or a pension will ease The strain that I've got in my tendon Achilles.
The turns of North and Burke seem likely to follow; the prostrate form of Fox is tripping up his friend's retreat; North's sword and buckler seem of no service to him; he is crying in perplexity—
This curs'd eternal Coalition Has brought us to a rare condition.
Burke is trying to make good his escape.
Before thy arrows, Pitt, I fly; I d—n that word prolixity.
January 24, 1785. Mock-Turtle. Published by S. W. Fores.
March 2, 1785. The Golden Apple, or the Modern Paris. Published by J. Phillips, Piccadilly.—The Prince of Wales is represented in the enviable position of Paris, deciding between the respective attractions of the three Duchesses, Rutland, Devonshire, and Gordon, the rival luminaries whose brilliancy dazzled society, and whose beauties graced the Court of the Prince of Wales. A gallant songster of the day has perpetuated the charms of this dazzling trio in the following lines, appropriate to Rowlandson's agreeably-expressed cartoon:—
Come, Paris, leave your hills and dells; You'll scorn your dowdy goddesses, If once you see our English belles, For all their gowns and bodices.