Chapter 24 No.24

Alas, the Country! how shall tongue or pen

Bewail her now uncountry gentlemen?

The last to bid the cry of warfare cease,570

The first to make a malady of peace.

For what were all these country patriots born?

To hunt-and vote-and raise the price of corn?

But corn, like every mortal thing, must fall,

Kings-Conquerors-and markets