breaking to know that taxation will crave,
Near half of his income he ought for to save;
And to add to fresh troubles and harrass his mind,
Our immaculate ministers seem not inclin’d,
To lessen those burthens he never would know,
If corruption had met sir its fatal death blow,
E’er the war had begun, a war to their shame;
Those who think on past times can only them blame.
Disgrace on disgrace did their conduct attend,
Can any one say they were Old England’s friend;
From what I observed I cou’d only suppose,
Their actions bespoke them the worst of her foes:
A foe if subdu’d will most gladly resign,
And to harrass us longer he’ll instant decline.
Our great ones are determined their places to keep,
Well knowing they plung’d us in trouble so deep
In adversity’s pit, we cou’d not rise again,
What matters to them if advantage they gain,
Advantage I mean in possession of place,
If it adds to their wealth tho’ it brings on disgrace.
A parson will sometimes encourage a brief,
By reading it o’er tho’ he with-hold relief.
He’ll send it to others tho’ half-a-crown grutch,
Except he is sure it is good for the church,

There are many divines I can see very plain,
Feel for the farmer and do not refrain;
To render relief in a liberal way
By reducing his tithes so the farmer less pay,
Such conduct will always obtain him applause,
And adds to the honour of clerical laws.
Charity sermons I think they weekly should preach,
In language most pure lord L--- to teach
To do unto others as he wou’d be done by,
Such a gospel I fear he wou’d boldly deny;
Lay a tax on his income and what would it bring,
Add one or two more, quite enough for a King.
The next time his Majesty wish for to roam,
I hope he will make fertile Norfolk his home;
He would find us all loyal tho’ he saw us distress’d,
He would not leave Norfolk without being caress’d.
We would give him roast beef and Southwold best salt,
For reducing the duty at present on malt:
But if in our country he’d wish to be merry,
I hope he wont bring with him lord London---;
Each shepherd should play on his pastoral croke,
We would place beside him a very good Coke;
Who really deserves with such guests to sit down,
He’s a friend to the farmer and friend to the crown.
Truly loyal he’s been, it’s known from his youth,
For he to his Sovereign speaks noting but truth.
Most boldly expose corruptions foul crimes,
And he dares be honest in the worst of our times;
And when he’s in Norfolk, I hope he will call,
To visit lord Albermarle at Quidenham Hall.

His lordship to others can pleasure impart,
It’s well known when e’er he an argument start,
He begins it with freedom and ends it with ease;
For whit and good sense when united must please.
All meet him with pleasure and reluctant retire,
For his elegant language most people admire.
What adds to the pleasure or joys of the day,
He always endeavour to pass it away
In a manner that constant improvement is found,
For his argument’s just—and his reason is sound.
My judgment at times is put to the test,
To form an opinion which of them is best,
His head or his heart—yet I’ve understood,
Those who know him declare they are both of them good.
His conduct, thro’ life, this assertion makes true—
His country’s welfare he keeps full in view.
Tho’ surrounded by those that are foes to the State,
Undaunted and fearless he dares to relate,
Whatever he views to promote a reform;
I hope he’ll be able to weather the storm.
He is fit for a