And rich Sicilia’s beauteous shore,
With palaces and temples crown’d,
Alas! alas! are now no more[9].
But stranger prodigies than these
Appear in Britain’s happy land,
(They say, “that wonders never cease,”)
For North and Fox go hand in hand.
R—h—d and S—d—ch, of one mind,
And all their mutual wrongs forgive,
(What wonders can be left behind!)