Hear from your chambers Price[64] and Hibbert,[64] hear;
Th’ oppressor shrinks, the Union is restor’d.
The treasurer flies to spread the news he brings,
And wears, for triumph’s sake, yet larger chitterlings.
IX.
Fond, impious man, think’st thou thy puny fist,
Thy “Wood-en sword” has broke a British club?
The Treasurer soon augments our growing list,
We rise more numerous from this transient rub,
Enough for me: with joy I see,