Know ye the House.
Know ye the House where the Whigs and the Tories
Are emblems of deeds that are constantly done;
Where the prosing of Peel, when in candour he glories,
Now sinks into twaddle, now rises to fun?
Know ye the house, of the benches all green,
Where dozing at night many members are seen;
Where the dull words of Borthwick,—the figures of Hume
Wax faint, e’en to those whom to gull they assume;
Where parties but squabble for place and its fruit,