With lightest heels oppos’d to heaviest head,
To Lord Atrides, Lord Achilles said——
Another by the Chancellor.
To him Achilles, with a furious nod,
Replied, a very pretty speech, by G—d!
Another by Mr. Grenville.
The Grecian speaker rose with look so big,
It spoke his bottom and nigh burst his wig——
Another by Brook Watson.
Up stood Achilles on his nimble pegs,
And said, “May I pree-seume to shew my legs?”
Another by Mr. Wilberforce.
Achilles came forward to snivel and rant;
His spirit was spleen and his piety cant.
Another by Mr. Pitt.