Himself from Ranks had risen by his merit,
But those advantages did not inherit
That in the best societies you find
Arising from a cultivated mind;
Imperiously made all beneath him feel
His rod of Power and his wond’rous zeal,
‘Here, Sir, you Ensign, mind, on no pretext
‘Must you neglect to call day after next.
‘There, get you gone! for you I’ve nothing more,’
And with his finger pointed to the Door.