A Humble Attempt at Scurrility - 40
And more than treble Stock of Impudence.
His Lies and Falshood well deserve Rebuke,
Although he really thinks himself a Duke.
And why mayn’t Fortune sordid Earth refine,
And from a Dunghill drawn a Meteor shine?
Have you not often seen on Signpost high,
A chatt’ring Monkey look with scornful Eye,
On those of humane Shape, who pass’d him by?
‘Till of his Hat and Doublet stript; but then
The Jackanapes appear’d a Jackanapes agen.
IX.
View now the Man who feigns a PATRIOT’s Life,
Yet fructified on a poor Negro’s Wife.
The Fact most plain and flagrant now appears
That he had used her more than Twenty Years.
In youthful Days one Doxy would not do,
He kept in Pay both PEG and CHLOE too.
But when grown old (tho’ she did beg and crave)
He sold her at Jamaica for a Slave:
And now alas! this quondam MAID of HONOUR
Has none but Quaco got to lie upon her;
But had she staid, then would Mulatto SAM
Have learnt from his black Honourable DAM,
He’d sprung from Loins of Judge, and Soup of Clam.
But what does Will for Want of Chlo and Peg?—
He occupies the Velvet Widow Greg.—
All his Designs concenter in himself
For building Castles and amassing Pelf.
And can you then imagine, stupid Fools!
Whom he has wrought on to be Slaves and Tools,
That he the PUBLICK will not sell for Gain,
Who will his Name for PRIVATE Fortune stain?
If so; burn Incense to your Idol God,
Think yourselves blest, if he vouchsafe a Nod;
