text:  Perhaps more high some daring son may soar Proud to my list to add one monarch more; And nobly conscious princes are but things Born for first ministers as slaves for kings Tyrant supreme! shall three estates command _And make one mighty Dunciad of the land_! "More she had spoke but yawn'd--All Nature nods: What mortal can resist the yawn of gods? Churches and Chapels instantly it reach'd; (St James's first for leaden G---- preach'd;) Then catch'd the Schools; the Hall scarce kept awake; The Convocation gap'd but could not speak: Lost was the Nation's sense nor could be found While the long solemn unison went round: Wide and more wide it spread o'er all the realm; Ev'n Palinurus nodded at the helm; The vapour mild o'er each Committee crept; Unfinish'd treaties in each office slept; And chiefless Armies doz'd out the campaign; And Navies yawn'd for orders on the main