University of Virginia Library

AIR XXIX.

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Tune, Bumpers Squire Jones.”

Jack.
Since, Sir, you require
Me with freedom to tell you the price I desire;
If duly obey'd,
I must claim all your shifts,
Mean resources, sly drifts,
And whole system of trade.
Each method of weaving
Court nets for enslaving;

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Your chaffer for conscience, by barter and lure:
State quacks, and state nurses;
Your purging of purses;
And skinning of wounds, which you wish not to cure.

II

Each subtle essay
Of spreading corruption, in order for sway;
All projects for rule,
By the bait, and the bribe,
And political tribe,
Of trick, traffic, and tool.
Your Court-broom, that gathers
Motes, chaff, straw, and feathers,
And sweeps up all trash from the surface of life.
With your largess of graces,
Posts, pensions, and places,
Where talents and office are ever at strife.

III

With these, I must claim
Your entry of red-coated gentry, who dream
That Heroes are made,
And enabl'd to kill,
By the courage and skill
Of a dreadful cockade!
A race, who are prouder
To spend their sweet powder
At balls, than on bullets,—a terrible train

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Of crimp petit-maitres,
Nice seamsters and plaiters,
Beau'd out, for the dance of a dainty campaign!