O G F B H Ch（2 / 2）

how ighty ro her fiat hurl&039;d

resistless o&039;er a bog world,

and, kder than they did desire,

polish&039;d ankd with sword and fire;

with uch, too tedio to rete,

of ancient and of odern date,

but endg still, how billy pitt

(uncky boy!) with wicked wit,

has gagg&039;d old brita, dra&039;d her ffer,

as butchers bd and bleed a heifer,

th wily reynard by degrees,

kennel listeng at his ease,

suck&039;d a ighty stock of knowled,

as uch as folks at a lle;

knew brita&039;s rights and nstitution,

her aggrandisent, diution,

how fortune wrought good fro evil;

let no an, then, despise the devil,

as who should say, &039;i never can need hi,&039;

sce we to sundrels owe our freedo