Since he is (the Belov’d not excepted) the last one.[84]
But as soon as our bard got attach’d to the crown,
He try’d to sing up what he used to sing down;—
One day Bribery’s slave and the next its reviler,
Praising Castlereagh now, and now praising Wat Tyler,[85]
To constraint and corruption now bidding defiance,
And now lauding the deeds of the Holy Alliance.[86]
Enduring the scorn of all England most martyrly,
Secure that his sores would be lick’d by the Quarterly.
Then forth came that Letter, or crack “branding iron,”