‘Here come, my friends,’ says Ward, ‘each take your Potion,
‘Here’s to a speedy and a quick Promotion!’
‘Aye,’ says another, ‘that’s all mere derision;
‘Promotion’s one thing—give me the provision.
‘What signifies the Rank; with truth I say,
‘Some Generals have but half a pound a Day[39];—
‘High Rank no doubt is merely but a Cheat,
‘Unless with it we something get to eat.
‘Men who have interest rise, there is no doubt;
‘The Rich get all—the poor Man goes without.’