If terms now septennial were turn’d to triennial,
The work would be more than half done.
Our grand constitution defies diminution,
While honest men handle the helm;
But subject to slav’ry, and sanction’d by knav’ry,
When ravagers rule in the realm.
A few dying embers of Morpeth, two members
Can send in the senate to sit:
Shields, Alnwick, and Hexham (the truth tends to vex ’em)
United, not one can transmit.