When an old Raven, ’mongst the crowd,
Stopp’d short his insolent career—
“Why, what a monstrous bustle’s here!
You travell’d, sir! I speak to you,
Who’ve passed so many countries thro’;
Say, to what purpose is’t you roam,
And what improvements bring you home?
Has Italy, on which you doat,
Supply’d you with another note?
Or France, which you extol so high,