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Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses !
Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em,
Patriots in party-colour'd suits that ride 'em.
And tries to kill, ere she's got power to cure.
Thus 'tis with all....their chief and constant care
Is to seem every thing but what they are.
Yon broad, bold, angry spark, I fix my eye on,
Who seems t'have robb’d his vizor from the lion;
Who frowns, and talks, and swears, with round
Looking, as who should say, Dam'me! who's afraid?
[Mimicking. Strip but this vizor off and sure I am
You'll find his lionship a very lamb.
Yon politician, famous in debate,
Yon patriot, too, who presses on your sight,
And seems, to every gazer, all in white,
If with a bribe his candour you attack,
He bows, turns round, and whip....the man's in black!
Well then, a truce, since she requests it too: