Your glorious deeds which humbly I rehearse—
Your deeds should live immortal as my verse;
And, while they wonder’d whence I caught my flame,
Your sons should blush to read their fathers’ shame!
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Proceed, great men!—your office is not done;
Proceed with what you have so well begun:
Load Fox (if you by Pitt would be preferr’d),
With ev’ry guilt that Kenyon ever heard—
Adult’rer, gamester, drunkard, cheat and knave,