There Justice and Mercy are lively array’d. The wicked no longer can harrass her mind; To injure the Queen they were always inclin’d. May troubles of all sorts annoy each vile heart, Till life is extinguished, from them ne’er depart; May they live upon spleen, exist upon pain, Till a trial above shall renew them again; Depriv’d of all comforts attending this life; Depriv’d of her home, tho’ a virtuous wife. Tho’ truly accomplish’d, and in manners mild Was deprived of the pleasure of seeing her child. In England no longer thought fit for to stay, A vessel was granted to bear her away. No doubt but her presence at times brought to mind Unpleasant sensations to him left behind; For remorse will at all times keen anguish bring To an unfeeling bosom, tho’ he be a ---. Scarce had she rested on the Italic shore, Then means were employ’d to harrass her more. Spies and informers were fattened to say Our Queen in her conduct by far was too gay: When they witness’d a smile, they did not decline To make it a certain intrigue or a crime. May the book of false statements against them appear, When eternity’s trial is found to be near. Soon matters and plans for a new magazine, Made up of slander, corruption, and spleen; When all was made ready they at it anew; Again our Queen’s conduct was made a review. Corruption and art such a picture did draw, As what was surmis’d, was pass’d to a law. The ill fated trial at last did come on; The time that it lasted was all time too long. The perjur’d Italians were forc’d to give o’er; They had lied so much that they could lie no more; For Brougham and Denman plac’d them on the rack; And forc’d the vile reptiles to fly instant back. It’s a pity I say that a devouring wave Did’nt save the expence of digging a grave; In a country so famous for speaking the truth, Or to save the late trouble had died in their youth. The trial now over and guiltless appear; Long live the Queen, you might hear in each ear; Her rights and her honours we’ll ever support; Tho’ corruption again more Italians import; If there come a whole cargo, we’ll soon make them skip, To save future trouble we’ll scuttle the ship. The next thought of scheme for the good of the nation, Was to keep our good Queen from holding a station All delicate scruples of justice hurl’d down— It was soon determin’d she should not wear the Crown If ever a Queen was deserving that station, It was good Caroline the pride of the nation. The time will soon come when all things will change, The minions of minions will be forc’d for to range From stations they hold and from stations they fill: It’s good for the country they should not have their will. May the wings of bright liberty ne’er one feather loose— May freemen be freemen, and proper men choose To fill up such places as may be to fill;