With Periods round, whilst frothy B—ke, In House of Commons makes such Work, His Meaning is a Place; By Fortune driv'n to Want's last Bourne, Which ever Way her Wheel may turn, Can't well but mend his Case.
But when R—ck—ngh—m the Lord, Whose Bags with Plutus' Wealth are stor'd, Submits to be his Tool; What Judgment can the Public have, But that, as Edm—nd plays the Knave, His Lordship acts the Fool!
