And thou shalt grace (bedeck’d in garments gay)
The christening-dinner on the wedding-day.”
James at my door then made his parting bow,
Took the Green-Man, and is a master now.
LETTER XII.
These are monarchs none respect,
Heroes, yet an humbled crew,
Nobles, whom the crowd correct,
Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;
Beauties shrinking from the view