At Starting Posts, with Note-book, took his stand,
Or, midst the gaping throng, drove Four in hand—
He’d gamed with Princes, drank with Duke and Peer,
Was foremost in the Field in Leicestershire.
All this, ’tis true, conspired to give a claim,
A Newcome Title to notorious Fame;
And was, no doubt, most grateful to his Vanity—
Still ’twas a Trifling, Tonish, Tincture of Insanity.
Ardent he longed with gallant Hosts to Muster,
And by Achievement gain a Warlike lustre.