IN what old

IV.

ways we tafte misfortune's cup

While France throws down the gauntlet, Pitt throws up.

V.

P. loquitur.--
.----ST. STEPHEN'S.

"THE foul misdeeds to ftate," if humbled France
Would ask the tongue of Roman or of Greek,
But while this folemn truth I griev'd advance,
I'm fo o'ercome, Sir, that I'cannot speak.

VI.

P. loquitur.

SINCE now but naval war there's nothing for'tGod fend us all laid fnugly up-in Port.

VII.

D. refpondet.

I Hate French principles, French taste, French mirth, Almost as much as feftivals at Perth;

But this indeed I'll fay, if fay I dare it,

God fink French land, and fill the chaẩm with claret.

VIII.

The multitude at best are only fwine,

The mildeft Judge will this admit, at least-
But does it therefore follow, cafuift fine,
A Statefman may not be in drink-a beaft?

1X.

Solace to Senators who may happen to be overtaken in their cups. YOUR gentle brains with full libations drenchYou've then Pitt's title to the Treasury Bench.

X.

Loquntur ambo.

IN Bedlam's prifon all the mad we throw,
Who near Saint James's come, or Kew-gate:

'Tis ours the fafe infanity to know

To get as nobly drunk as New-gate.

XI.

Colloquy between ditto on the Stairs, from Bellamy's.
SAYS Pitt to Dundas,

"May I ne'er taste a glafs,

But I'll give that d-n'd Fox a good wiper."
Then to him, quoth Dundas-

"May I ne'er kiss a lafs,

If you are not as drunk as a piper."

XII.

THE French are wild, irregular, infane,
Yet ftill, fays Pitt, ftrict juftice we'll retain;
Still fome regard to fair-play fhould be had,
The drunk alone should combat with the mad.

XIII.

THE multitude are fwine, with truth we fay, Though to their King and Church they meekly bow; Refolve me then, what animals are they,

Whose attributes are thofe of-David's fow?

XIV.

OF war's expence, Pitt dreads the dire amounts, And wife began-with cafting up accounts.

XV.

YOUR foe in war to over-rate,
A maxim is of ancient date;

Then fure 'twas right, in time of trouble,
That our good rulers fhould-fee double.

XVI.

WHEN war's declar'd, Pitt holds his tongue, For which, on him, his foes turn fhort round; -This in their teeth he might have flung

That that, like other craft, was-PORT-bound.

XVII.

FIRM as a rock is England's land,

Ye French we fcorn, and mock ye;

Not only on a rock we stand,

Our Rulers too are-rocky.

XVIII.

WHEN England's jovial Rulers fight with France,
Hurtlefs on both fhould fall the blunted lance;
Sure from that war no danger fhould be dreaded,
Where the light-heel'd contend with the light-headed.

XIX.

P. and D. loquuntur.

BRITANNIA's fons complain, and say
Thefe horrid wars will gripe her;
Remember, Sirs, though you may pay,
In drink, we beat the piper.

XX.

THE Spartan rulers drench'd their flaves in wine,
From beaftly vice their people to refine—
Not fo the moralifts of modern time,
The Anti-Spartans of Britannia's clime,
They make the people free, and then they think
'Tis only fair to drench themselves in drink.

XXI.

"The mob are beafts!" exclaims the Knight of Daggers. What creature's he, that's troubl'd with the staggers?

XXII.

OUR leaders are like British oak,
And fo away with daftard croaking!
A truer word was never spoke,

For they get ftouter, Sirs, by-foaking.

XXIII.

Encouragement to Englishmen to stand to their posts in battle. BY flight, my friends, you ne'er will fave your bacon, Since e'en our very guides are—overtaken.

XXIV.

HAPPY the land, whofe guides and it

Are join'd in intereft's tether;

-We fure enjoy that benefit,

Who go to pot together.

XXV.

On the judicious Rejection of the Nottingham Petition. THE mob complain-our Rulers drink and ftorm, And cry, Who doubts it ?—That they hate-reform

XXVI.

WHAT equal cares the various minds o'erwhelm Of those that fave, and thofe that guide the realm; In different ways they equal offerings yield,

And neither, sure, are done against the griftle; The foldier with his blood fhall wet the field, While loyal Minifters fhall-wet their whistle.

XXVII.

YOUR politician deems it wife,
To put on this or that difguife,

Than Proteus changing quicker;
And hence, perhaps, Dundas and Pitt,
Suppose themselves for bus'nefs fit,
E'en when difguis'd in liquor,

XXVIII.

In vino veritas, they fay,

Yet lying is fo much the custom
Of certain folks, the fafeft way

Is, drunk or fober, not to trust 'em.

XXIX.

WHEN Pitt announc'd the war which now
Affords us all fuch pleasure,
Although as drunk as David's fow,
He scarce could fpeak, we muft allow
The fpeech became the measure.

XXX.

THE fault'ring tongue which, t'other day,
Prov'd Billy's dire difafter,

Was fo accuftom'd to betray,

That it betray'd its mafter.

XXXI.

"FILL a bumper," cries Pitt to his colleague Dundas, "Since it all one a hundred years hence is; And a drunkard may fure for a Solomon pass, When a Nation is out of its fenfes."

XXXII.

WHEN Billy found he scarce could stand,
"Help! help!" he cry'd, and ftretch'd his hand,
To faithful Harry calling;
Quoth Hall," My friend, I'm forry for❜t;
Tis not my practice to fupport

A Minifter that's falling."

XXXIII.

P. loquitur.

WHO real drinking rage inherits,
When out of wine will fly to fpirits ;
Now the direct reverfe was mine,
I, out of spirits, flew to wine.

XXXIV.

PITT, that his words and actions still
May fuitably accord;
When feeking Democrates to kill,

Gets drunk as any Lord.

XXXV.

IF the national bark in this war fhould be funk,
It will be a fair anfwer-the pilot was drunk.

XXXVI.

SAYS Harry to Billy

"I look very filly,

And think of my budgets with sorrow;
From the Company's trade

I promised you aid,

But, alas! for to lend, they must borrow!"

Says Pitt to Dundas,

"I too look like an ass,

And