Of villainy a sample bright,
Awake to Prigs, and plunder still,
Thou merry, ancient Israelite!
Thy face is rough, with matted shag,
Foul is thy form, old shrivell'd wretch.
How cunningly you eye the swag,
Harden'd purveyor to Jack Ketch!
Incrusted with continued crime,
Your hopeful pupils still employ—
Thou wert indeed a Tutor prime