Author Jacob Hilderbrand Whence this strange Bustle , Friends, I trow, Of Tory, Whig ; of High , and Low? Zeal for the Public Good , no Doubt. No; here's the Cause of all this Din ; They out of Place , wou'd fain come in , They that are in, wou'd not go out . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments