Upon the POET LAUREATs being
Expelled the House of LORDS.
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C------R (the Wonder of a BRAZEN Age)
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Always a Hero, off or on the Stage;
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The other Day, in Courtesy, affords
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His lovely Phyz, to grace the House of LORDS;
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Quite free from Pride, he humbly condescends
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To treat the very smallest PEERS, as FRIENDS:
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With Sneer or Grin approves each grave Debate,
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And smiles when Brother Dukes support the State:
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On the learn'd Bishops Bench, looks kind ------ enough,
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And offers good Lord KING a Pinch of Snuff.
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Whilst thus he rains his Favours on the Crowd,
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An old rough Earl his swift Destruction vow'd;
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Regardless of th' Imperial Crown he wore,
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Regardless of the Bays and Brains he bore,
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A Voice as hoarse as SUTHERLAND's gave Law,
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And made the King, the Fop, the Bard, withdraw.
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O C------R, in Revenge, your WRATH forbear,
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This once your stupid, stingless SATIRE spare,
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And with dull PANEGYRICK daub each Peer;
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Like rhyming Bellman's Ghost haunt their Abodes,
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And frighten them with Birth or New Years Odes.
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If banish'd thence, you still may shine at ------,
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There P---RS and SCOUNDRELS equally resort;
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Unmatch'd in all, SUPERIORS never fear;
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But since you're Peerless, scorn the Name of Peer.
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