Go on, Prince Phyz! to please the British nation,
Call thy next Masquerade a Convocation.
Bears, Lyons, Wolves, and Elephants I breed,
And Philosophical Transactions read.
Next Lodge I'll be Free-Mason, nothing less,
Unless I happen to be F.R.S.
I have a Palate, and (as yet) two Ears,
Fit company for Porters, or for Peers.
Of ev'ry useful knowledge I've a share,
But my top talent is a bill of fare.