Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so didst thou:
He perish'd rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cutt' st thy throat that Britain may be saved!
So Castlereagh has cut his throat!--The worst
Of this is, - that his own was not the first.
So He has cut his throat at last!--He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
More verses by George Gordon Byron
- Lines On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill
- On The Bust Of Helen By Canova
- Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled 'The Common Lot'
- On My Wedding-Day
- Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture To Mrs. Mee