Perchance might be their own to-morrow.
The Tories said they were his friend,
That they abhorr’d procrastination;
So give—till next July shall end—
Exchequer bills and ventilation.
Oh! the artful Tories dear,
Oh! the dear and artful Tories;
They alone perceive, ’tis clear,
Taxes tend to England’s glories.