How blest, how firm the Statesman stands, <br /> (Him no low intrigue shall move), <br />Circled by faithful kindred bands, <br /> And propp'd by fond fraternal love. <br /> <br /> <br />When his speeches hobble vilely, <br />What! "Hear him" burst from brother Hiley, <br />When the faltering periods lag, <br />Hark to the cheers of brother Bragge. <br /> <br /> <br />When the faltering periods lag, <br />Or his yawning audience flag, <br />When his speeches hobble vilely, <br />Or the House receives him drily, <br />Cheer, O! cheer him brother Bragge! <br />Cheer, O! cheer him brother Hiley! <br /> <br /> <br />Each a gentleman at large, <br />Lodg'd and fed at public charge. <br />Paying (with a grace to charm ye) <br />This the fleet, and that the army. <br /> <br /> <br />Brother Bragge and brother Hiley, <br />Cheer him! when he speaks so vilely, <br />Cheer him! when his audience flag, <br />Brother Hiley, brother Bragge.<br /><br />George Canning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the/
