I have seen small poets, and great prosers, and
Interminable—not eternal—speakers—
I have seen the funds at war with house and land—
I have seen the country gentlemen turn squeakers—
I have seen the people ridden o’er like sand
By slaves on horseback—I have seen malt liquors
Exchanged for “thin potations” by John Bull—
I have seen John half detect himself a fool.—