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PROH IMPUDENTIAM! AN ODE.

Pretending love for his dear country,
Not love for his dear self and dear relation,
Pitt came with all the family effrontery,
And took possession of the highest stations:
Began of politics the game:
Gambled and lost;
But who must answer for the cost?
Not he, indeed!—a duck confounded lame,
Not unattended, waddling—no—the nation
Sent after him her warmest execration.
How like the gambler!—betting high
A thousand on the spinning die!
For him, poor dev'l, a large amount!—
He lost—but how must he account?
‘Well!’ quoth the fellow, ‘Gemmen, kick away;
For, curse me if I've got one doit to pay!
Pitt brings to mind—a father to his son:
‘Tom, you are going into trade;
A handsome fortune may, perhaps, be won;
Perhaps you fail—don't be dismay'd,
And let your modesty ambition stifle,
So, do not be a bankrupt for a trifle;