Outstrips the less mischievous squib
Let off on a holiday night.
Then who would not vamp up a fudge,
When he knows how it helps off his papers
Were it not—that the thought of the judge
Overcasts him, and gives him the vapours?
But Cobbett has got his discharge—
The beast is let loose from his cover;
Like him I shall yet be at large,
When a couple of years shall be over.