al_ strain,
That _negroes_ are _oppress'd_, complain.
What mutters the decrepit creature? 75
THE DIGNITY OF HUMAN NATURE{9}!

WINDHAM, I won't suppress a gibe.
Whilst THOU art with the whining tribe;
Thou who hast sail'd in a balloon,
And touch'd, intrepid, at the moon, 80
(Hence, as the Ladies say you wander,
By much too fickle a Philander:)
Shalt THOU, a Roman free and rough,
Descend to weak _blue stocking_ stuff,
And cherish feelings soft and kind, 85
Till you emasculate your mind.

Let COURTENAY sneer, and gibe, and hack,
We know Ham's sons are always black;
On sceptick themes he wildly raves,
Yet Africk's sons were always slaves; 90
I'd have the rogue beware of libel,
And spare a jest--when on the Bible.

BURKE, art THOU here too? thou, whose pen,
Can blast the fancied _rights of men_:
Pray, by what logick are those rights 95
Allow'd to _Blacks_--deny'd to _Whites_?

But Thou! bold Faction's chief _Antistes_,
Thou, more than Samson Agonistes!
Who, Rumour tells us, would pull down
Our charter'd rights, our church, our crown;
Of talents vast, but with a mind
Unaw'd, ungovern'd, unconfin'd; 100
Best humour'd man, worst politician,
Most dangerous, desp'rate state physician;
Thy manly character why stain 105
By canting, when 'tis all in vain?
For thy tumultuous reign is o'er;
THE PEOPLE'S MAN thou art no more.

And Thou, in whom the magick name
Of WILLIAM PITT still gathers fame, 110
Who could at once exalted stand,
Spurning subordinate command;
Ev'n when a stripling sit with ease,
The mighty helm of state to seise;
Whom now (a thousand storms endur'd) 115
Years of experience have matur'd;
For whom, in glory's race untir'd,
Th' events of nations have conspir'd;
For whom, eer many suns revolv'd,
Holland has crouch'd, and France dissolv'd; 120
And Spain, in a Don Quixote fit,
Has bullied only to submit;
Why stoop to nonsense? why cajole
Blockheads who vent their _rigmarole_?

And yet, wher