The very truth - I’ve sworn to have my way;
To that Newmarket - (though I hate the place,
And have no taste or talents for a race,
Yet so it is - well, now prepare to chide) -
I laid a wager that I dared to ride:
And I must go: by heaven, if you resist
I shall be scorn’d, and ridiculed, and hiss’d;
Let me with grace before my friends appear,
You know the truth, and must not be severe:
He too must go, but that he will of course: