Sir Frank and myself? we must weep for its fall,
And where is the junta, that influence sported,
And where is De Vear too the dearest of all?
Alas what an ass I have been for declining
My seat! what a fool I have been for resigning
My office! but now there is no use in whining,
It cannot my seat or my office recal.
But yet all my bitter reflections repressing,
There is one dying wish my fond bosom shall draw,
De Vear, thy old protegé gives thee his blessing,