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