But Castlereagh whispered, if once you should rat,
Dear Peel, you can never get office again.
Oh Liverpool, Castlereagh, never were any
Statesmen more pious, to place-men more true,
Of snug roguish places, you both had so many,
That my conscience was drill’d like a sieve through and through.
But Bexley would preach, and Eldon so grieved,
That a suckling like me should be lost in a jiffey—
And Cumberland swore they could not be deceived
If they sent me to humbug the folks on the Liffey.