Vir. Lib.

The pallid scurvy rogue yet tingling stands,

And holds his breeches close with both his hands.

Pope.

The Doctor trembling and dismay’d,

To write another word afraid:

In vain implores, with language civil,

The aid of “Lincoln” and the “Devil.”

He hides, from stroke of “scurvy rogues,”

His seat of honour with his “brogues:”