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“Both Houses up. A brilliant night.”—
“Debate, dull, dreamy, wiredrawn, trite.”—
“The Premier made the happiest hits.”—
“The Treasury always has the wits.”—
“The Whigs were never higher mettled.”—
“Trust me, the matter's far from settled;
There's mutiny among the crew.”—
“Sir, pardon me, the wine's with you.
The Whigs will have a bed of roses;”—
“True, if they count the world by noses.”—
“The staunchest votes in desperate cases;”—
“Ay, just as many as get places.”—
“The Earl will doubtless have the garter;”—
“His boroughs are a first-rate barter.”—
“All genuine merit—your rappee.”—
“Sir, many a string round many a knee
Had been much better round the neck.”—
“Rely on't, we'll not quit the deck.”—
“No doubt, alone you'll fight the guns,
When ev'ry rascal from you runs.”—
“The crew will perish with the ship.”—
“Rats never love their tails to dip:
The very first that smells a leak
Gives to the rest a signal-squeak;
No sooner does the light shine through,
Than ev'ry snout cries ‘Sauve qui peut,’
Resolved in their cheese-paring souls
To die in terra firma holes!
“Debate, dull, dreamy, wiredrawn, trite.”—
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“The Treasury always has the wits.”—
“The Whigs were never higher mettled.”—
“Trust me, the matter's far from settled;
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“Sir, pardon me, the wine's with you.
The Whigs will have a bed of roses;”—
“True, if they count the world by noses.”—
“The staunchest votes in desperate cases;”—
“Ay, just as many as get places.”—
“The Earl will doubtless have the garter;”—
“His boroughs are a first-rate barter.”—
“All genuine merit—your rappee.”—
“Sir, many a string round many a knee
Had been much better round the neck.”—
“Rely on't, we'll not quit the deck.”—
“No doubt, alone you'll fight the guns,
When ev'ry rascal from you runs.”—
“The crew will perish with the ship.”—
“Rats never love their tails to dip:
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Gives to the rest a signal-squeak;
No sooner does the light shine through,
Than ev'ry snout cries ‘Sauve qui peut,’
Resolved in their cheese-paring souls
To die in terra firma holes!
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