"On fashions a ditty I mean to indite,
Since surely you'll own, 'tis the fashion to write:
And, if you don't like it, then e'en lay it down,
The fashion is not to be scar'd with a frown.
To fashion our healths, as our figures, we owe;
And, while 'twas the fashion to Tunbridge to go,
Its waters ne'er fail'd us, let ail us what wou'd;
It cemented crack'd bones, and it sweeten'd the blood.
When Fashion resolv'd to raise Epsom to fame,
Poor Tunbridge did nought: but the blind or the lame,