BURR

    Hamilton, if he rides you down, remember That I was here to speak, and so to save Your fabric from catastrophe. That's good； For I perceive that you observe him also. A President, a-riding of his horse, May dust a General and be forgiven； But why be dusted —— when we're all alike, All equal, and all happy. Here he comes —— And there he goes. And we, by your new patent, Would seem to be two kings here by the wayside, With our two hats off to his Excellency. Why not his Majesty, and done with it？ Forgive me if I shook your meditation, But you that weld our credit should have eyes To see what's coming. Bury me first if -I- do.