A factious demagogue and pension’d slave!

Loose, loose your cry—with ire satiric flash:

Let all the Opposition feel your lash;

And prove them to these hot and partial times,

A combination of the worst of crimes!

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But softer numbers softer subjects fit:

In liquid phrases thrill the praise of Pitt;

Extol in eulogies of candid truth

The Virgin Minister—the Heav’n-born Youth;