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 _sentimental_ 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.