Now, helter-skelter, all rush on,

Stiff Ned, long Dick, and gaping John,

Isaac and Tom, as all admit,

Two gentlemen of equal wit,

Of equal polish, equal grace:

The same in modesty of face.

I know the town will give it credit,

Or else my Muse would not have said it;

For all confess that either brother

Is just as wise and great as t’other: