o give up to our inveterate enemies, the
Spaniards, our property unasked for, and cut our best friends and
brethren, the Americans' throats, for defending theirs against lawless
tyranny; their sacred fire became then all fume, and the strength of
their boasted spirits evaporated into invisible effluvium; the giant
then sunk sure enough spontaneously into a dwarf; and now, it seems, the
dwarf having been feeding upon smoky fire and evaporated spirits, is
endeavouring to swell himself into a giant again, like the frog in the
fable, till he bursts himself in silent thunder--But let the mighty
Philistine, the Goliath Paramount, and his oracle Mocklaw, with their
thunder bellowed from the brazen mortar-piece of a turn-coat lawyer,
have a care of the little American David!

LORD PATRIOT. Aye, indeed! America will prove a second Sampson to 'em;
they may put out his eyes for a while, but he'll pull their house down
about their ears for all that. Mr. Brazen seem'd surpris'd at the
thought of relinquishing America, and bawl'd out with the vociferation
of an old miser that had been robb'd--Relinquish America! relinquish
America! forbid it heavens! But let him and his masters take great care,
or America will save 'em the trouble, and relinquish Britain.

COLONEL. Or I'm much mistaken, Brazen says, establish first your
superiority, and then talk of negotiating.

LORD PATRIOT. That doctrine suits 'em best; just like a cowardly
pickpocket, or a bloody highwayman, knock a man down first, and then
tell him stand and deliver.

COLONEL. A just comparison, and excellent simile, by my soul! But I'm
surpris'd he did not include the Clergy among the number of professions
unfit (as he said) to be politicians.

BOLD IRISHMAN. Did you ever know a lawyer to be concerned with religion,
unless he got a fee by it? he'll take care and steer clear of that; if
it don't come in his way, he'll never break his neck over a church
bible, I warrant you--Mammon is his god--Judge Jeffereys is his
priest--Star-chamber doctrine is his creed--fire, flames and faggot,
blood, murder, halters and thund'ring cannon are the ceremonies of his
church--and lies, misrepresentations, deceit, hypocrisy and
dissimulation are the articles of his religion.

LORD PATRIOT. You make him a monster, indeed.

BOLD IRISHMAN. Not half so bad as he is, my Lord; he's following close
to the heels of that profound sage, that oracle, Mocklaw, his tutor: I
can compare the whole herd