In Ease, and Avarice, and aukward State,
The Fool of Fortune, shalt thou hail thy Fate;
Slumbring in Quiet o’er Lampoons half writ,
Which, ripe in Malice, only wait for Wit.
So when Vanessa yielded up her Charms,
The blest Cadenus languish’d in her Arms;
High, on a Peg, his unbrush’d Beaver hung,
His Vest unbutton’d, and his God unsung;
Raptur’d he lies; Deans, Authors are forgot,
Wood’s Copper Pence, and Atterbury’s Plot;