Yet all must think the gallant Youth can ride;
Thus gay equipt, his bosom proudly swelling,
Seeks the Town-Major’s Office, or his Dwelling.
Now see him strutting through the sultry Streets,
Staring with all his eyes, at all he meets;
Bald-headed Friars, Ladies, hid in Veils,
Postboys with huge cock’d Hats, and monstrous Tails.
John thought they seem’d a motley group of quizzes,
With lankey jaws, black brows, and dingy phizzes.
Now reach’d the Office, in he boldly bounc’d,