He would find a new Charge for the next new-bought Coat,
Which Guillim ne’er thought of, nor one of the Herd,
Viz. a Wall erect Argent, Gutte de T——d.
And as a Reward, for improving the Art,
He should bear on a Fess (if he paints it) a F---t.
Underwritten.
A Pox on your writing, I thought you were sh----g,
My great Gut has giv’n me such Twitches:
Had you scribled much more, I’m a Son of a Whore,
If I should not have don’t in my Breeches.