The realm’s finances, and to have my way
Despite the Marquis and his played-out friends;
But thirty-seven, yet filled with the belief
That greater honour still will soon be mine.
And that the baser Tories, tickled by
My daring tricks, my voluble command
Of words abusive, and the ready way
I pelt my friends and foes with verbal mud,
Will with one voice proceed to summon me
To lead their party to fresh victories,