‘I purposely came down to Storm your Dinner—
‘Parade your Beef, my Boy, and don’t be fine.
‘I say, Friend Ward, how stands your stock of Wine?’
Then whispered in his Ear, of Men in power;
Dinners D——d fine, but Wine for half an Hour.
Ward was delighted, charm’d, and gratified,
To find Friend John, without a spark of pride;
He thought his former Friends would off be thrown,
When, for the Guards, he’d quitted the King’s Own.