Not dreaming of that d——d Old Bailey.
III.
Fox.—Well! now my favourite preacher’s Nickle,[[159]]
He keeps for Pitt a rod in pickle;
His gestures fright th’ astonish’d gazers,
His sarcasms cut like Packwood’s razors.
IV.
Tooke.—Thelwall’s[[160]] my man for state alarm;
I love the rebels of Chalk Farm;
Rogues that no statutes can subdue,