LXV.

"WHO's up?" enquir'd Burke of a friend at the door

“Oh, no one," fays Paddy, “ tho' Pitt's on the floor.”

LXVI.

"FROM the fair borders of the Rhine,
Now by the blood of Frenchmen fed,
Came," fays Report," the generous wine
That fent our Rulers drunk to bed.
When to the House they reeling came,
Of whom could it escape the notice?
Tho' war for conqueft they disclaim,
Moft plainly Hoc erat in votis."

LXVII.

P.-" Europe's true balance muft not be o'erthrown." D.-"Damn Europe's balance-try to keep your own.”

LXVIII.

P.-"We fairly are in for't....our places are loft." D." You ne'er were fo fix'd, for you're drunk as a poft."

LXIX.

A war of principles—a war of blood—
On fome ftale argument of public good.-
"No, none of thefe," fays Pitt," are mine;
My war's original-a war of wine."

LXX.

FRIEND Horace, I doubt,
You were curfedly out,
With your Quem non fecere difertum?
When the wine is got in

To the Minifters' fkin,

Their talents for speaking defert 'em.

LXXI.

TO urge us to battle and flaughter,
What oppofite caufes combine!
Mynheer is embolden'd by water,
And Billy deluded by wine.

LXXII.

"I'm fick," quoth Pitt; "Oh, Lord, what shall I do?"

"Take comfort, man, this war if you pursue, "I'm d-n'd if we fha'n't all be fick as you."

LXXIII.

On fending to Holland between one and two thousand Men as our full Subfidy of 12,000 Troops: faid Troops going drunk.

OUR treaty's fulfill'd-how the Dutch we shall cozen! Each man on the march takes the room of a dozen.

LXXIV.

On fending our Troops to fight in the Ditches of Holland. THE fecret's out, and here's the fimple matterA war begun in wine, will end in water.

LXXV.

A Vicar and Clerk once, to keep out the weather,
When they went to a burial, got muzzy together:
Our Minifters thus, after foaking their brains,
Make a fun'ral oration-o'er Freedom's remains.

LXXVI.

IF crooked be our British ways of late,
Why wonder Premier Billy can't walk ftrait?

LXXVII.

Another Anfwer by Echo.
D. loquitur.

COLOSSUS-like o'er Gallia's land we'll ftraddleThe tripping Echo partly anfwer'd-addle.

LXXVIII.

On the Bills refpecting Cyder and Perry being passed in the House of
Commons, immediately after Mr. Pitt's ineffectual attempt to speak.
WHEN Pitt, as a fish, in the Commons was dumb,
'Twas furely the moment to legalize—mum.

LXXIX.

Pitt loquitur---Penitential and crop-fick, fettling bis Budget.
"AFTER Chriftmas comes a Lent,"

(He pious faid, in fickly tone)
With equal truth I do lament,

That after Lent there comes a-loan.

LXXX.

Parody---Eulogy on Mr. Pitt.

SYDNEY's coufin, Chatham's brother,
Britain, ere thou fhew another,
Virtuous, chafte, and drunk as he,
Ocean himself fhall fwallow thee!

LXXXI.

WHEN this frail 'life to man was giv'n,
Charg'd with misfortune's bitter load,
Women and wine were fent from heaven
To help him o'er the rugged road;
But fure our Billy well may grumble,
Fate views him with unequal eyes,
For Bacchus always makes him tumble,
And Venus never makes him rife.

LXXXII.

On the Appearance in the Gazette of a Proclamation for a Generat Fast, on Account of our Sins and Wickedness, a few Days after Mers. Pitt and Dundas came Drunk to the House of Commons. ONE Royal proclamation pafs'd

Becaufe the finish herd got thinking;

Another tells them they must fast,

Because the fwineherds took to drinking.

LXXXIII.

OUR day is come! our die is caft!
Ah! weep for Britain's hopeless lot,
While we, poor fwine! are left to fajt,
Our drivers all are gone to pot.

LXXXIV.

LXXXIV.

Addreed to the People of England by Meffrs. Pitt and Dundas
IF noble blood 'mong fwine may lurk,
As mafters you must needs endure us;
You're but the hogs of Edmund Burke,
the hogs of Epicurus.

But we

LXXXV.

Mers. Pitt and Dundas to the Bench of Biftops.
"MY Right Rev'rends, you'll faft, if you pleafe,
But by G- we will drink while we're able;
Your devotion looks well on your knees,
And ours while we're under the table.

LXXXVI.

"A time for all things,"-the bafe turncoats fay;
"Exifting circumstances" guide the way.

Thus Tyrants war, to please degenerate Whigs,
And Ministers get drunk-to please the pigs.

LXXXVII.

E'EN by their own fuccefs 'tis fam'd
The mighty oft' are lower'd;
Thus Minifters on power declaim'd,
Till fairly over-power'd.

LXXXVIII.

WINDHAM, with metaphyfic art,
Defcribes the politician's part,

And aids him most who merits leaft,
Indulgent Windham! on this plan
You furely muft fupport the man
Who makes himself a beaft.

LXXXIX.

THOUGH drunk as fifh our rulers be,

The thing fure little matters;

Only it forces you and me

To fish in troubled waters.

XC.

PARODY.

JOLLY Statesmen, fill your glaffes,
Noble deeds are done by wine-
Edmund's creed is now Dundas's,
That the mob are only swine.
Pitt and Harry, loving drinking,
Toast about at Council-board :
They can fteer the realm with thinking,
When they cannot speak a word.

XCI.

IN happy time the fquad went o'er,
And feasonably their love was fhewn-
Our leaders in their arms they bore,
Juft-when they could not ftand alone.

On Pitt's relieving the diftreffed Inn-keepers, by building Barracks.
'TWEEN thofe that buy and those that fell,
Pitt knows the fympathy full well;

The owners then of pot and tank-ard,
Sure they should favour who have drank hard.

XCIV.

THOUGH Europe fhakes beneath tremendous war,
Yet well-drench'd Harry fhall their fears difmifs;
He comes like either Pleiads' humid ftar,

To quench the conflagration in a peace.

We must appeal here to the well-known Doric fimplicity of Mr. Dundas's pronunciation, to fet right any fuppofed errors in the rhime.