Verses Occasioned By Whitshed's [1] Motto On His Coach.

Libertas et natale solum: [2]     Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.     Could nothing but thy chief reproach     Serve for a motto on thy coach?     But let me now the words translate:      Natale solum, my estate;     My dear estate, how well I love it,     My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it,     They swear I am so kind and good,     I hug them till I squeeze their blood.         Libertas bears a large import:     First, how to swagger in a court;     And, secondly, to show my fury     Against an uncomplying jury;     And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention,     To favour Wood, and keep my pension;     And, fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick,     Get the great seal and turn out Broderick;[3]     And, fifthly, (you know whom I mean,)     To humble that vexatious Dean:     And, sixthly, for my soul to barter it     For fifty times its worth to Carteret.[4]     Now since your motto thus you construe,     I must confess you've spoken once true.      Libertas et natale solum:     You had good reason when you stole 'em.