North, with th’ exchequer laurels on his brow,
From haughty Greville torn,
And sad Fitzpatrick on his bridal morn,
That weeps his fault too late; and proud Dundas;
And watchful Dy—n; and the paler Burke,
The rival of his fortune, and his place;
And either Onslow there.
Quartette.
What are pensions without power?
Heavy toil, insipid pain.