Capias F-nl-y

This man demands some miscellaneous praise, His name to publish and his worth to raise, For all his merits ne'er could make him known How stupid are the people of this town!— But jokes a-part.—The grave beef-headed blade Might have made money at the cobbling trade, Look in his face, it tells you all his mind, His brains are gravy, and his wit is wind.