Professions, manœuvres, smiles, bowing, I used,
Oh the orange sword waved without shame or relenting;
And the Papists were crushed, and their church I abused,
Whilst I swore that their sighs were but signs of consenting.
How the Catholic claims I scorned and denied,
Till I found my reward in a better place here;
When the Duke, rest his soul, his old principles shied,
Saying “Rat with me, Peel, or your places forbear.”
In vain did I whisper, there’s no danger nigh,
Bags, Bexley, and Sellis’s Duke did implore,