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!