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CLASSIC MOTTOS FOR THK TORIES FREELY TRANSLATED. 



His GRACE THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. 



" Expende Hannibalem ; quot libras in duce summo 

 Invenies ?" 



Take the Great Duke ; his civil talents weigh, 



His public virtue righteously survey ; 



A goose's brains express his mental tether ; 



His morals do not weigh a goose's feather. 



His cup of public infamy is full ; 



He stands confessed as profligate as dull. 



His ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF GLOUCESTER. 

 " Vultus index animi." 



To all the wisdom in his brain 

 You have an index in his looks : 



He need not speak to make it plain 

 He is the cream of Royal Dukes. 



LORD ELDON. 



" Populus me sibilat ; at mihi plaudo f/1 



Ipse domi, simul ac nummos contemplor in area." 



The mob may hoot; a fico for the mob ! 

 I've got the public money in my fob. 







LORD LYNDHCRST. 



" Omnis Aristippum decuit color." 



All parties and all colours suit with ease 

 Our Aristippus of the Common Pleas. 

 Orange he wore, when orange was the wear ; 

 And green, when green was ministerial gear; 

 To-day he rides upon the Tory storm, 

 Rails at the Whigs and execrates Reform ; 

 To-morrow dawns the seals are in his view 

 (What will not lust of place make Tories do ?) 

 He gorges down the Bill, his recent dread, 

 With all its sins and schedules on its head : 

 What though it plunge the realm in revolution, 

 And overthrow both King and Constitution ; 

 What though the Bill were England's final doom ? 

 He'd pass a worse one for the place of Brougham. 



