The barter’s so bold, that for British gold,
Our code without scruples convey.
These buyers are bound, seat sellers to mound,
And vote on the ministers’ side;
If he says the crow’s white, or noon day is midnight,
They must by his behests abide.
In ev’ry debate concerning the state,
These relics of representation,
Majorities gain, and boldly maintain,
Their will is the voice of the nation.