And of lost hospitality complain.
Say thou that do'st thy father's table praise,
Was there Mahogena in former days?
Oh! could a British Barony be sold!
I would bright honour buy with dazling gold.
Could I the privilege of Peer procure,
The rich I'd bully, and oppress the poor.
To give is wrong, but it is wronger still,
On any terms to pay a tradesman's bill.
I'd make the insolent Mechanicks stay,