‘We’ll have a Mansion in St. James’s Square;—
‘Then at the Ministers old Dad shall set,
‘To make a Lord of him, or Baronet:
‘Then Lady Newcome’s Equipage so neat,
‘With two smart Footmen rattling in the Street;
‘And with your Routs, your grandeur to evince,
‘Have half a score of Lords, and perhaps a Prince.
‘What, tho’ the great may exercise their wit,
‘Themselves are Scions from some honest Cit!
‘Then here again am I, whom no one knows,