A DIALOGUE BETWEEN Pasquin and Morforio, Two STATUES in ROME.
Mor.
WHY how now Pas—since the Last Election,
I thought you'd no Business for Reflection?
French Leuid'ores, that never us'd to fail,
Have lost their Virtue now, and can't prevail;
And honest Clement wisely does Espouse,
Distinction's laid aside, the Common Cause.
Pas.
True, but the English Senators have made
Themselves the Subject of a Pasquinade—
Mor,
Pray hold your Tongue.
Pas
— Why so? I need not fear,
Their Serjeant surely cannot reach me here.
Mor.
Their Priviledges daily they extend,
For, like the World to come, they're without End;
And if their Pow'r but equally increase,
You may have Cause to wish you'd held your peace.
But what's the Quarrel?
Pas
— I can make it out:
That tho 500 us'd to set and Vote,
(At least 400 Senators and odd)
They're now reduc'd to 4.
Morf
— To 4?
Pas
— To 4 indeed.
One M, one S, two HH, and no more,
The Nation represents, and that's but Four.
The rest are (o's) and no Number make,
Unless you do from these the Ʋnites take.
Mor.
How can that be?
Pas
— If you desire to know,
NED will inform you, and JACK tell you HOW.
Ask at Vienna, Shall we War proclaim?
To be resolv'd, they'll bid you go to them:
And at the Hague they'll tell you, It's as they,
And not the KING or his Allies, shall say.
Huffing D'aux Vaunts and Swears Be Gar,
My Master do de Dutch nor no Confederate fear,
If S. and Shak Hoe 'gainst him don Declare:
Dem he will make his own, and den vid ease,
Can winde and turn the rest wich vay de please.
But who, except Lewis le Grand that knows
The Force of Luid'ores, would e're suppose,
That Four should lead Four Hundred by the Nose!