Where the voice of self-interest never is mute;
Where the Minister’s speech, and opponent’s reply,
In phrases though varied, in falsehood may vie,
And the strongest assertion’s the cleverest lie;
Where the heads are as soft as the yarns that they spin,
And all wish for change save the few that are in!
’Tis the House of the Commons—and Peel is its sun;
Can he smile when he thinks how the country is done?
Oh! vile as the votes which at Ipswich they sell,
Are the measures they pass, and the lies that they tell.