The public good I'll freely give,
And thus report of thee,

Thou art by far the fittest man

To head the tr--f--y.

To th' Earl of Ch T-e faid,

Thy proffers I do fcorn;

I will not yield to any Scot

That ever yet was born.

With that there came a statesman keen,

Who long had lurk'd below; And to Earl T-e's firm refolve

Did give the final blow.

Who never spoke more words than thefe, "No terms I'll have at all,

"But with my gentle brother George "Will henceforth rife or fall."

Then ftalking off, E-1 C- took
The tall man by the hand,

And faid, E-1 Te, for thy eafe,
I'd give half Py-f―'s land.

O Lord! my very heart doth bleed

With forrow for thy fake;

For fure there's fcarce a Lord alive

But would fuch bargain take.

A knight

A knight among the Scots there is,
Whom no one dare deny;
For him my coufin H-gl-y's wrath
I must and shall defy.

Sir Hy R-ch-rt is he call'd,
Of head and heart moft bright;
Nor do I know fo quick a man
For parlance or for fight.

He led our expeditions all,

Without or dread or fear,

And is in war, as politics,

A hardy pioneer.

And there's a Duke of force and might ls full a match for G-- I ; Nor did he treat like Ro-k

Who turn'd me from his door.

So thus did both thefe patriots jar,

Whofe virtue none could stain ;

E-1 Ch

faid, I ftill perceive

We may be friends again.

He had a crutch beneath his arm,

Made of a trusty tree;

A paper in his gouty hand,
A cloth yard long, had he,

To this new lift of pen-rs,

Some friends of Stowe he fet;

E-1 T- He took and rubb'd them out,
E'en while the ink was wet.

Their fquabbles held till clofe of day,

From the meridian fun;

And when they rung the dinner bell,
The meat was overdone.

With the E-1 Te there remain'd
The Lord of L-ttl-t-n;

And with his Grace of Bloomsbury,
R-gby that bold Baron..

With ftout Sir Fl-tch-r fell Sir C-les,
A fcribe of good account;

And D-dfw-11 the exchequer man,
Whofe prowess did furmount..

Now poor Sir John I needs must wail
Like one in doleful dumps;
For, getting on the tr--f--ry bench,
He never ftirr'd his flumps.

And the lord Eg-t in likewife
Forfook the admiralty;

And twenty more, or knights or p-.rs,
Were fhortly forc'd to fly.

Of fifty true-born Englishmen,.
Staid in but two or three;
The reft live at their country-feats,
Under the green-wood tree.

Next month will many m-mb--s come,
Their rafhness to bewail;

And fay if they are not reftor'd,
Why they must go to jail.

Their wives do play so much at cards,
And throw fuch fums away,
Would ferve to keep a score of w-

If they were clad in clay.

The news was unto Paris brought,
And eke the court of Spain;
Earl Tem- in the ministry

Would scarce have weight again.

Ch

.

Oh heavy news! John Wilkes did say,

Churchill

*

can witness be,

I have not any patron more
Of fuch account as he.

Like tidings to St. Js's came,
Within a shorter space,

That Richard Gr-v-e, lord of Stowe,

Refus'd to take a pl-ce.

Then God be with him, faid the court,

Sith 'twill no better be;

We trust there are about the helm
Five hundred good as he.

Yet fhall not G-r nor W-tw-th fay
But we will vengeance take:
And just revenge fhall on them fall,

For deareft St's fake.

And of the reft of true account,
Why they were all p-t by;
To make a D- of Sir H-
Who m-e him—f P— -y.

* See CHURCHILL's fatires,

God