If thou dost wrong poor Erin and humbug me,
Never speak more—abandon all debate—
On taxes, head taxes accumulate,
Pass Bills to make Whigs weep, Tories amazed,
For nothing can’st thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
Brougham.—
O Place! O heaven defend me,
Are you a man? Have you a soul or sense?
Eldon be with you; take mine office—O wretched fool