Le Temps Passé

    Those brave old days when King Abuse did reign
    We sigh for, but we shall not see again.
    Then Eldon sowed the seed of equity
    That grew to bounteous harvest, and with glee
    A Bar of modest numbers shared the grain.
    Then lived the pleaders who could issues feign,
    Who blushed not to aver that France or Spain
    Was in the Ward of Chepe;[I] no more can be
                                                Those brave old days.

    O'er pauper settlements men fought amain,
    And golden guineas followed in their train,
    John Doe then flourished like a lusty tree,
    And Richard Roe brought many a noble fee,
    We mourn in unremunerated pain
                                                Those brave old days.

James Williams

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I

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