What wretch hath not cring'd to Sir Something-for-Nothing?
Who ne'er pays a doit for food, service, or clothing?
At the board he's a bore, in the senate a rum thing;
Yet all seem well pleas'd with his Nothing for Something!
He horsewhips his farmers, and breaks down their fences;
Yet Hodge gives his all for the looby's pretences!
And his rawboned old Shrew was so cunningly civil,
That Sugarcask married their eldest she-devil.

Would'st thrive by reading books? Then, read the best.
And, first, read Thompson's book, worth all the rest.

Convinc'd that whig mongrels will bite, if you pat them,
Big Dan bared the bones of his gab, and flew at them:
They trembled, they whined, they look'd big, and they bluster'd,
Then, kiss'd his big bum, which they swear is a custard;
And Daniel believes them! or why, my dear Daniel,
Has the famous big bull dog become a big spaniel?

FOR THE DOOR OF A CERTAIN NOBLE HOUSE .

Here d'off your hats, and beg to pay
For food, sold cheaper o'er the way.

Merchant, would'st thou roast and brew?
Would'st thou flourish, Glutton?
Pig on Bacon will do do;
Swap for forest mutton.

" Feed all who many brats beget,
And will not work to feed them;
Because to them the state's in debt! "
And bloody George will need them.

" England and France, the whole world knows,
Must fear and hate each other:
To talk of commerce with born foes
Is innovating bother! "

With rogues like Tom (dish'd up, and jail'd,)
I like, at once, to grapple:
He went to France, before he fail'd!
But never came to chapel.

We thank thee, Lord, for this our food,
By honest, useful efforts won:
Requite us still with good for good!
So let thy will on earth be done.

Oh, solemnly,
And not with lips in mockery curl'd,
Contemplate me!
For I have been of godhead full,
And still I am a human skull;
A ruin that was once a world!