Cobbett[36] saw the madness rise,
His open mouth, his rolling eyes,
And, while he heaven and earth defied,
Chang’d the tune, and check’d his pride.
He chose an awkward story,
To damp his blazing glory:
He sang this chief, so fond of pow’r,
With notable disgrace,
Taken, taken, taken, taken,
Taken by the Speaker’s mace,