And Calcraft his nose cock'd, and Grant cock'd his eye,
And hypocrite Bennet pretended to cry
For the Black Wig and her Character white.
Fitzwilliam, that reverend proselyte, rose—
(We'll make him speak verse since he cannot speak prose)
For the Black Wig and her Character white.
"You seem," quoth the sage, "all averse to give cash,
And, in truth, you are right—what is money but trash?"
Let's give something better to end all these quarrels,
And raise a subscription of virtue and morals,