“But first to C[arteret] fain you’d sing,
Indeed he’s nearest to the king,
Yet careless how to use him,
Give him, I beg, no labor’d lays,
He will but promise if you praise,
And laugh if you abuse him.
“Then (but there’s a vast space betwixt)
The new-made E[arl] of B[ath] comes next,
Stiff in his popular pride:
His step, his gait describe the man,