Our honest Grocer soon was dubb’d a Knight;
Soon in the West, establish’d in his Bank,
Strutted a man of Consequence and Rank.
My Lady too, which is not vastly rare,
She had her Mansion in St. James’s Square.
Now Cards of invitation flew about,
Sir John’s gay Dinners, and my Lady’s Rout.
The Fashionable World would not decline
To touch her Guineas, and to drink his Wine.
Thus in gay Circles lavishly they sport,