Had station’d Pitt, and men of worth.
T’ assuage the sovereign’s grief and care,
And loyal feeling to express,
Imperial London’s duteous mayor,
Approach’d the throne with an address.
Counties, and towns, and boroughs too,
Throng’d thick, and their addresses paid,
Their prince to undeceive, and shew
How twice ten years he’d been betray’d.
Newcastle’s mayor, to virtue form’d,