.Nw.OTc2

By the Garrick on the Baldwin _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Squire Baldwin rose with deep intent And notified to the Parliament That I, it was a shame and sin When others were shut out, got in. Asserting in his wise oration I gloried in my situation I own my features might betray Peculier joy I felt that day I glory when my mind is feasted With dainties it has seldom tasted When reason chooses Foxe's tongue To be more rapid, clear, and strong. When from his classic urn Burke pours His copious stream o'er banks of flowers; When Barry stern with accents deep Calls up Lord North, and murders sleep And if his Lordship rise to speak Then wit and argument awake

    see Davis's life of Garrick

Now whether I were Wig or Tory This was a time for me to glory My glory further still extends, For most of these I call my friends. But if Squire Baldwin you were hurt To see me, as you thought, so pert You might have punish'd my transgression And damn'd all ardour of expression