In the Summer-House on Gray’s Inn Terras.
Who speaks to please in ev’ry Way,
And not himself offend,
He may begin to work to Day,
But Heaven knows when he’ll end.
In the same Place.
Dogs on their Masters fawn and leap,
And wag their Tails apace,
So tho’ a Flatterer wants a Tail,
His Tongue supplies its Place.