Our boasted laws I hate and curse,
Bad from the first, by age grown worse,
I pant and sigh for univers-[[187]]
al suffrage.
Wakefield[[188]] I love—adore Horne Tooke,
With pride on Jones[[189]] and Thelwall[[190]] look,
And hope that they, by hook or crook,
Will prosper.
But they deserve the worst of ills,
And all th’ abuse of all our quills,