Vii

I'm not a low Radical, hating the laws, Who'd the aristocracy rebuke. I talk o' the Lord Mayor o' London because I once was on intimate terms with his cook. I served him a turn, and got pensioned on scraps, And, Lord, Sir! didn't I envy his place, Till Death knock'd him down with the softest of taps, And I knew what was meant by a tallowy face!