I'm for an Act, that he, who sev'n whole Years
Has serv'd his King and Country, lose his ears.
Thus from my birth I'm qualified you find,
To give the laws of Taste to humane kind.
Mine are the gallant Schemes of Politesse,
For books, and buildings, politicks, and dress.
This is True Taste, and whoso likes it not,
Is blockhead, coxcomb, puppy, fool, and sot.