Extempore upon Lord C******m, An

Upon a Report in the public Papers that Lord C***** M was in great Danger at the Castle Inn, Marlbro', of being crush'd by the Ceiling of a Room giving Way while his Lordship was at Dinner there .

Alas! what Danger was the Public-Weal in
When C***** M was near crush'd by Marlbro's Ceiling?
This dire Event would distant Ages mourn,
And what had been the Fate of this own?
Our Crippl'd Patriot gone! What then remains?
Our Hands as well as Tongues would groan in Chains.
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