Here sleep more gently on the spirit lies
Than where the SPEAKER tells the Noes and Ayes.
The wave-wash brings sweet sleep down, from the summer skies,
Here laps the azure deep,
And through the weed the small crabs creep,
And safe from prigs who plague and nymphs who peep,
Sagacious Punch reclines and woos benignant sleep.
II.
Why are we weighed upon with Politics,
And, utterly fatigued by "bores" and "sticks,"