Your frozen heart ne’er learn’d to glow
At other’s good, nor melt at woe;
Your very roof is chilling:
There Bounty never spreads her ray;
You e’en shut out the light of day[1],
To save a paltry shilling,
A Prince, by servile knaves addrest,
Ne’er takes a DEMPSTER to his breast,
JACK ROB’SON serves his ends;
Unrivall’d stood the treach’rous name,
Till envious EDEN urg’d his claim,
While both betray their friends.
On whom devolves your back-stairs cloak,
When, prophet-like, “you mount as smoke[2]?”
Must little POWNEY catch it?
But as ’tis rather worse for wear,
Let mighty BUCKS take special care
To brush it well and patch it.
While o’er his loyal breast so true,
Great G—— expands the riband blue,
There—Honour’s star will shine:
As RAWDON was bold RICHMOND’s Squire,
To install a Knight so full of fire
—Let ASTON, BUCKS, be thine.
JENKY, pursue Ambition’s task,
The King will give whate’er you ask,
Nor heed the frowns of PITT;
Tho’ proud, he’ll truckle to disgrace,
By feudal meanness keep his place[3],
And turn the royal spit.
With saintly HILL divide your glory[4],
No true King’s friend, on such a Tory
The peerage door will shut;
Canting, he’ll serve both Church and Throne,
And make the Reverend Bench your own,
By piety and smut.
BANKS at his side, demure and sly,
Will aptly tell a specious lye,
Then speed the royal summons:
He’s no raw novice in the trade,
His honour’s now a batter’d jade—
PITT flung it to the Commons.
While THURLOW damns these cold delays,
Mysterious diamonds vainly blaze,
The impending vote to check;
K.B. and Peer, let HASTINGS shine,
IMPEY, with pride, will closely twine
The collar round his neck.
Ennobling thus the mean and base,
Our gracious S————’s art we trace,
Assail’d by factions bold;
So prest, great FREDERICK rose in fame,
On pots de chambre stamp’d his name[5],
And pewter pass’d for gold.
Should restive SYDNEY keep the seal,
JENKY, still shew official zeal,
Your friend, your master, charm;
Revive an ANGLO-SAXON place[6],
Let GEORGE’s feet your bosom grace,
Your love will keep them warm.