Whoe’er thou art—ne’er may thy patriot fire,

Unfed by praise or patronage, expire!

Forbid it, Taste!—with Compensation large

Patrician hands thy labours shall o’ercharge![[61]]

Bedford and Whitbread shall vast sums advance,

The Land and Malt of Jacobin Finance!

Whoe’er thou art—before thy feet we lay,

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With lowly suit, our Number of to-day!

Spurn not our offering with averted eyes!