To bear some alderman serene
To fragrant Hampstead’s sylvan scene.
Nor higher scarce thy merit rises
Among the polish’d dons of Isis.
Hir’d for a solitary crown,
Canst thou to schemes invite the Gown?
Go, tempt some prig, pretending taste,
With hat new cock’d and newly lac’d,
O’er mutton chops, and scanty wine,
At humble Dorchester to dine!