They dread to lose their name—
I'll condescend—with those make free
Who never blush'd with shame.
'"'Twas wrong when C——e[95] eat, perchance,
With Vassali and Bergami,
I'll eat with Cooks, with Scullions dance—
I can't do wrong, G—d d—n me."
'The Orchestra made noble sport,
Old Bags,[96] the bag-pipes squeez'd,
A ricketty Cabinet pianoforte