By profaning the rev’rence of age,
And attacking the weakness of sex.
A libel! what treasure untold
Resides in that dear little word,
More rich than the silver and gold
Which the Bank is reported to hoard!
But the Bench have no bowels for pity,
No stomach for high-seasoned leaven,
And though we be never so witty,
They trim us when judgment is given.