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Noodles{3}, who rave for abolition
Of _th' African's improv'd condition_{4},
At your own cost fine projects try;
Dont _rob_--from _pure humanity_.

Go, W------, with narrow scull, 25
Go home, and preach away at Hull,
No longer to the Senate{5} cackle,
In strains which suit the Tabernacle;
I hate your little wittling sneer,
Your pert and self-sufficient leer, 30
Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip,
Insects will gnaw the noblest ship;
Go, W------, be gone, for shame,
Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name.

Poor inefficient B----, we see 35
No _capability_ in thee,
Th' immortal spirit of thy Sire
Has borne away th' aethereal fire,
And left thee but the earthy dregs,--
Let's never have thee on thy legs; 40
'Tis too provoking, sure, to feel,
A kick from such a puny heel.

Pedantick pupil of old Sherry,
Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry,
If not by tedious languor wrung-- 45
Hold thy intolerable tongue.

Drawcansir DOLBEN would destroy
Both slavery and licentious joy;
Foe to all sorts of _planters_{6}, he
Will suffer neither _bond_ nor _free_. 50

Go we to the Committee room,
There gleams of light conflict with gloom,
While unread rheams in chaos lye,
Our water closets to supply.

What frenzies will a rabble seize 55
In lax luxurious days, like these;
THE PEOPLE'S MAJESTY, forsooth,
Must fix our rights, define our truth;
Weavers{7} become our Lords of Trade,
And every clown throw by his spade, 60
T' _instruct_ our ministers of state,
And _foreign commerce_ regulate:
Ev'n _bony_ Scotland with her dirk,
Nay, her starv'd presbyterian _kirk_{8},
With ignorant effrontery prays 65
Britain to dim the western rays,
Which while they on our island fall
Give warmth and splendour to us all.

See in a stall three feet by four,
Where door is window, window door, 70
Saloop a hump-back'd cobler drink;
"With _him_ the muse shall sit and think;"
_He_ shall in _sentiment