Young England's Lament

I really can't imagine why,
With my confess'd ability —
From the ungrateful Tories, I
Get nothing — but civility.

The " independent" dodge I've tried,
I've also tried servility; —
It's all the same, — they won't provide, —
I only get — civility.

I've flattered PEEL ; he smiles back thanks
With Belial's own tranquillity;
But still he keeps me in " the ranks",
And pays me — with civility.

If not the birth, at least I've now
The manners of nobility;
But yet SIR ROBERT scorns to bow
With more than mere civility.

Well, I've been pretty mild as yet,
But now I'll try scurrility;
It's very hard if that don't get
Me more than mere civility.
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