Then having ta'en a second bold, Unto the Park he flies, Where long he had not been before The two Peers he espies. "Welcome, proud Peer," quoth he, "our wrongs "Shall now revenged be, "Or by my fall or thine"-this said, He drew full manfully. The Peer that instant did the same, Then Crowle, indignant at delays, Straitway ran in and clos'd, And much blood had been shed, had not Their seconds interpos'd. "Oh! what a Peer might have been lost! "And what a lawyer too! "But, thanks to Fate! they parted were, "Nor did much harm ensue. "God prosper long this peaceful land, "And peace and plenty send, "And grant that all domestic broils LABOUR IN VAIN. A SONG, AN HUNDRED YEARS OLD. To the Tune of "Molly Mogg." I. YE patriots, who twenty long years Have struggled our rights to maintain; View the end of your labours and fears, And see them all ended in vain. II. Behold! in the front stands your Hero, Behind him his patriot train; Hear him rail at a tyrant and Nero; Yet his railing all ended in vain. III. Then see him attack a Convention, And calling for vengeance on Spain; What pity such noble contention And spirit should end all in vain! IV. That the Place-bill he got for the nation, For now 'tis a clear demonstration, V. His bloody and horrible vow, Which once gave the Courtiers such pain, No longer alarums them now, For his threats are all ended in vain. VI. What though the Committee have found, VII. How certain would be our undoing, Should the people their wishes obtain ? Then to save us from danger of ruin, He has ended our wishes in vain. VIII. Then let us give thanks and be glad, By ending the good all in vain. IX. About Brutus let Rome disagree, To declare even virtue in vain. X. Three thousand five hundred a year, His scorn of such filth is most clear, XI. Corruption he hates like a toad, And calls it the National Bane, Yet damn'd Ts, his virtue to load, |