With adoration fervent:

Old Thurlow,[[76]] though he swore by G—

No more to own a master’s nod,

Is still your humble servant.

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Old Pulteney[[77]][[78]] too, your influence feels,

And asks from you th’ Exchequer Seals,

To tax and save the nation:

Tooke trembles,[[79]] lest your potent charms