Lull'd by her smiles, each offer I withstood,
And thought the greatest bliss my country's good.
"Twas pride, not passion, madden'd in my brain,
I wish'd to rival Fox, but wish'd in vain;
Fox, the dear object of bright Freedom's care,
Fox still the favourite of the BRITISH fair;
But while with wanton arts the syren strove
To fix my heart, and wile me to her love;

Too soon I found my hasty choice to blame,
-Freedom and Poverty are still the same-
While piles of massy gold his coffers fill,
Who votes subservient to his Sovereign's will.

LANSDOWNE.

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Enough, break off on RICHMOND I must wait;

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And DEBBIEG too will think I stay too late;
Yet ere I go some friendly aid I'd prove,

The last sad tribute of a master's love.

In that famed College where true wisdom's found,
For MACHIAVELIAN policy renown'd,

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The pious pastors first fill'd LANSDOWNE's mind,
With all the lore for 'Ministers design'd:

Then mark my words, and soon those Seers shall see
Their famed IGNATIUS far outdone in thee :-

In every action of your life be shown,

You think the world was made for you alone;
With cautious eye each character survey,

Woo to deceive, and promise to betray;
Let no rash passion Caution's bounds destroy,
And ah! no more appear "THE ANGRY BOY!"

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PITT.

Yet stay-Behold the Heav'ns begin to lour,
And HOLLAND threatens with a thunder show'r;
With me partake the feast, on this green box,
Full fraught with many a feast for factious Fox;
Each sapient hint that pious PRETTY gleans,
And the huge bulk of ROSE's Ways and Means;
See too the smoaky citizens approach,
Piled with petitions view their Lord Mayor's coach;
Ev'n now their lengthen'd shadows reach this floor,

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Oh! that d―n'd SHOP-TAX-AUBREY, shut the door! 130

RONDE A U.

HUMBLY INSCRIBED

To the RIGHT HON. WILLIAM EDEN, ENVOY ExTRAORDINARY and MINISTER PLENIPOTENTIARY of Commercial Affairs at the Court of VERSAILLES.

OF EDEN lost, in ancient days,
If we believe what MOSES fays,
A paltry pippin was the price,
One crab was bribe enough to entice
Frail human kind from Virtue's ways.

But now, when PITT, the all-perfect, sways,
No such vain lures the tempter lays,
Too poor to be the purchase twice,

Of EDEN lost.

The Dev'l grown wiser, to the gaze
Six thousand pounds a year displays,
And finds success from the device;
Finds this fair fruit too well suffice

To pay

the

peace, and honest praise,

Of EDEN lost.

ANOTHER.

"A mere affair of trade to embrace,

"Wines, brandies, gloves, fans, cambricks,

"For this on me my Sovereign laid "His high commands, and I obeyed; "Nor think, my lord, this conduct base.

"Party were guilt in such a case,
"When thus my country, for a space,

"Calls my poor skill to DORSET's aid

lace

“A mere affair of trade!”

Thus EDEN, with unblushing face,

TO NORTH Would palliate his disgrace;

When NORTH, with smiles, this answer made: "You might have spared what you have said;

"I thought the business of your place

"A mere affair of trade!"

ANOTHER.

Around the tree, so fair, so green,
Erewhile, when summer shone serene,
Lo! where the leaves in many a ring,
Before the wint'ry tempest wing,
Fly scattered o'er the dreary scene:

Such, NORTH, thy friends.

Now cold and keen

Thy Winter blows; no shelt'ring skreen

They stretch, no graceful shade they fling

Around the tree.

Yet grant, just Fate, each wretch so mean,
Like EDEN, pining in his spleen

For posts, for stars, for strings, may swing
On two stout posts in hempen string!

Few eyes would drop a tear, I ween,

Around the tree.

ANOTHER.

"The JORDAN have you been to see?
Cried Fox, when late with shuffling plea,
Poor EDEN stammer'd at excuse,
But why the JORDAN introduce?
What JORDAN too will here agree?

That JORDAN which from spot could free
One man unclean here vain would be:

If yet those powers of wond'rous use

The JORDAN have!

One fitter JORDAN of the three

Would I for EDEN's meed decree;

With me then open every sluice,

And foaming high with streams profuse,

For EDENS head may all with me

The JORDAN have!

ANOTHER.

For EDEN's place, where circling round
EUPHRATES wash'd the hallow'd mound,

The learned long in vain have sought;

'Twas GREECE, 'twas POLAND, some have taught;

Some hold it in the deluge drown'd: