Phillippics against France, and Pitt soon mark’d
The squibbs I penned, and rank’d me with his friends,
A chosen band of needy, hungry placemen,
In fortune all advancing. This life I led
Until at Waterloo we met the foe:
We fought and conquer’d, thank our lucky stars,
The loitering Grouchy seal’d the fate of Nap.,[123]
Who wore that day the crown fat Louis wears.
Exulting in our triumph, I disdain’d
A rhyming punster’s life, and having heard