Poems on Affairs of State | ||
The Answer.
1
Curse on such Representatives,They sell us all, our Barns and Wives,
Quoth Dick, with Indignation:
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And the whole Bus'ness of their Acts
Is to undo the Nation.
2
Just like our rotten Pump at home,We pour in Water when 'twon't come,
And that way get more out:
So when mine Host does Mony lack,
He Mony gives among the Pack,
And then it runs full spout.
3
By wise Volk I have oft been told,Parliaments grow naught as they grow old,
We groan'd under the Rump:
But sure this is a heavier Curse,
That sucks and dreins thus ev'ry Purse,
By this old Whitehall Pump.
Poems on Affairs of State | ||