“For one grand radical Reform!”

Tooke stood silent for a while,

Listening with sarcastic smile;

Then in verse of calmest flow,

Sung of treasons, deep and low,

Of rapine, prisons, scaffolds, blood,

Of war against the great and good;

Of Venice, and of Genoa’s doom,

And fall of unoffending Rome;

Of monarchs from their station hurl’d,