Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1727-1760 -- Poetry
[45] Is there a Man on earth so perfect found,
Who ne'er mistook a word in Sense or Sound?
Not Blund'ring, but persisting is the fault;
No mortal Sin is _Lapsus Linguæ_ thought:
Clerks may mistake; consid'ring who 'tis from,
I pardon little Slips in _Cler. Dom. Com._
But let me tell you I'll not take his part,
If ev'ry _Thursday_ he date _Die Mart_.
Of Sputt'ring mortals 'tis the fatal curse,
By mending Blunders still to make 'em worse.
Men sneer when---- gets a lucky Thought,
And stare if _Wyndham_ should be nodding caught.
But sleeping's what the wisest men may do,
Should the Committee chance to sit 'till Two.
[46] Not unlike Paintings, Principles appear,
Some best at distance, some when we are near.
The love of Politicks so vulgar's grown,
My Landlord's Party from his Sign is known:
Mark of _French_ wine, see _Ormond_'s Head appear,
While _Marlb'rough_'s Face directs to Beer and Beer:
Some _Buchanan_'s, the _Pope_'s Head some like best,
The _Devil Tavern_ is a standing jest.
[47] Whoe'er you are that have a Seat secure,
Duly return'd, and from _Petition_ sure,
Stick to your Friends in whatsoe'er you say;
With strong aversion shun the Middle way:
The Middle way the best we sometimes call,
But 'tis in Politicks no way at all.
A _Trimmer_'s what both Parties turn to sport,
By Country hated, and despis'd at Court.
Who would in earnest to a Party come,
Must give his Vote, not whimsical, but plumb.
There is no Medium: for the term in vogue
On either side is, Honest Man, or Rogue.
Can it be difficult our Minds to show,
Where all the Difference is, Yes, or No?
[48] In all Professions, Time and Pains give Skill,
Without hard Study, dare Physicians kill?
Can he that ne'er read Statutes or Reports,
Give Chamber-Counsel, or urge Law in Courts?
But ev'ry Whipster knows Affairs of State,
Nor fears on nicest Subjects to debate.
A Knight of eighteen hundred pounds a year--
Who minds his Head, if his Estate be clear?
Sure he may speak his mind, and tell the _House_,
He matters not the Government a Louse.
Lack-learning Knights, these things are safely said
To Friends in private, at the _Bedford-Head_:
But in the _House_, before your Tongue runs on,
Consult _Sir James_, _Lord William_'s dead and gone.
Words to recall is in no Member's power,
One single word may send you to the _Tower_.
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