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Let bumpers of cyder unboundedly flow,
Which farmers, from duties exempt, may beſtow;
How juſt the exemption, I care not a whit,
'Tis my humour, my wiſh, and the pleaſure of P--.
With his art of perſuaſion what rival can cope?
Each hem is conviction; each belch is a trope;
How deplorably Athens and Rome are beſhit,
Their ſquibs ne'er can match the exploſions of P--.
When his forces are weak, and his partizans out,
Opportunely his members are rack'd with the gout;
But his party collected away goes the fit:
So kind, ſo obſequious, is nature to P..
Let demagogues trumpet the praiſe of the nation,
For cautious and delicate uſe of taxation;
America, conſcious of gaining the hit,
Will aſſert independence ſupported by P--.
With joyful preſages, the genius of France,
Views her navy encreaſe, and her commerce advance;
View the Lords of the occean their colou s ſubmit,
Deterr'd by the thunder ſhe borrow'd from P--.
Old Scotia, too late, for her freedom alarm'd,
Her Majeſty blaſted, her Thiſtle diſarm'd,
Now, vainly, her impotent venom my ſpit:
Juſt carſes and infamy trouble not P--.
So ſharpers of ſtate, their beſt game when they play,
Seditious foment, and divide, to betray:
But fame ſhall his wiſeſt precautions out-wit,
And eternally brand the tranſactions of P--.
FINIS.
