I hate a motive, like a lingering bottle

Which with the landlord makes too long a stand,

Leaving all-claretless the unmoistened throttle,

Especially with politics on hand;

I hate it, as I hate a drove of cattle,

Who whirl the dust as Simooms whirl the sand;

I hate it as I hate an argument,

A Laureate's Ode, or servile Peer's "Content."