"O, Sir, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine: you should be rul'd and led ORATOR HUNT. "There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer; all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And, when I am king, there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord." "The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers." CARLILE. "And is there, who the blessed Cross wipes off, As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow, If Angels tremble, 'tis at such a sight." THESE ARE THE RADICALS Friends of Reform, Devising new Plots for exciting a Storm: A mistaken old MAJOR sits hatching Sedition, And here is the DOCTOR of Spa-Fields fame, To Gin and Sedition outrageously loyal; Like most of his breth'ren, who, spite of their votes, Preserve their allegiance to Thompson and Coates; And would sooner expel from their Clubs and their Lodges, The Chairman himself, than Friends-Henley and Hodges, Here's THISTLEWOOD, too, who tells "Tales out of School,' That Orator HUNT is a Knave and a Fool. BLACK DWARF. And here is CARLILE, with his Two-penny Treason, Who prefers to his Bible the vile "Age of Reason;" Who " wipes off the Cross," as an infamous stain, Despises his Saviour, but worships Tom Paine. These are all ragged RADICALS, tatter'd and torn, Who better, by far, had never been born, On account of their Treasons, too great to be borne, First hatch'd by the HYPOCRITES, The broad-bottom'd Whigs, now all forlorn; Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn ; Who predicted the final success of our foes, Then sigh'd if they sunk, and rejoic'd if they rose;" Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the Sea; Who rail'd against Placemen, till they were in Place, Then sneer'd at their Monarch-nay, laugh'd in his face; Who bragg'd of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts, And increas'd, 5 per Cent. the vile Property Tax ; "Who thought themselves safe in their snug little birth, And gave themselves up, to Carousing and Mirth; Who slept ev'ry night, upon Pillows of Down, Abhorring those PATRIOTS, of high renown The Heroes of Britain-the Gems of her Crown Who, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 'Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, Supported "THE PILOT that weather'd the Storm,' Who devised the means of subduing Who would plunder the TREASURES C Who, having been prais'd for his bluntness, doth affect These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Than twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely." "As one, who lay in thickets and in brakes THIS IS WILL COBBETT, with Thomas Paine's bones, A bag full of brick-bats, and one full of stones, With which he intends to discharge He owes to his Friends, and Sir Francis Burdett 'Tis Cobbett, the changeling, ..the worthless and base, Just arriv'd from New York, with Who comes to dispel our political fogs, And to add one more beast to our Hampshire Hogs, To mix with the RADICALS FRIENDS OF REFORM, Devising new Plots, for exciting a Storm : A mistaken old Major sits hatching Sedition, Who vow'd he would set all the Town in a flame, Like most of his breth'ren, who, spite of their votes, Preserve their allegiance to Thompson and Coates; |