Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1727-1760 -- Poetry
[27] The _Speaker_, when the Commons are assembl'd,
May to the _Græcian Chorus_ be resembl'd;
'Tis his the Young and Modest to espouse,
And see none draw, or challenge in the _House_:
'Tis his Old Hospitality to use,
And three good Printers for the _House_ to chuse;
To let each Representative be heard,
And take due care the _Chaplain_ be preferr'd,
To hear no _Motion_ made that's out of joint,
And where he spies his _Member_, make his point.
[28] To Knights new chosen in old time would come
The _County Trumpet_, and perhaps a _Drum_;
Now when a Burgess new Elect appears,
Come Trainbands, Horseguards, Footguards, Grenadeers;
When the majority the Town-clerk tells,
His Honour pays the Fiddles, Waits, and Bells:
Harangues the _Mob_, and is as wise and great,
As the most Mystic Oracle of State.
[29] When the Duke's Grandson for the County stood,
His Beef was fat, and his October good;
His Lordship took each Ploughman by the fist,
Drunk to their Sons, their Wives and Daughters kiss'd;
But when strong Beer their Freeborn Hearts inflames,
They sell him Bargains, and they call him Names.
Thus is it deem'd in _English_ Nobles wise
To stoop for no one reason but to rise.
[30] Election matters shun with cautious awe,
O all ye Judges Learned in the Law;
A Judge by Bribes as much himself degrades,
As Dutchess Dowager by Masquerades.
[31] Try not with Jests obscene to force a Smile,
Nor lard your Speech with Mother _Needham_'s Stile:
Let not your tongue to =Ôldphieldismus= run,
And =Kibberismus= with abhorrence shun;
Let not your looks affected words disgrace,
Nor join with silver Tongue a brazen Face;
Let not your hands, like Tallboys, be employ'd,
And the mad rant of Tragedy avoid.
Just in your Thoughts, in your Expression clear,
Neither too modest, nor too bold appear.
[32] Others in vain a like Success will boast,
He speaks most easy, who has study'd most.
[33] A Peer's pert Heir has to the Commons spoke
A vile Reflection, or a Bawdy Joke;
Call'd to the House of Lords, of this beware,
'Tis what the _Bishops Bench_ will never bear.
Amongst the _Commons_ is such freedom shown,
They lash each other, and attack the Throne:
Yet so unskilful or so fearful some,
For nine that speak there's nine-and-forty dumb.
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