To sicken us with their familiarity,
Forgetful of their distance and disparity,
But that we turn'd them to our dirty uses?
My tool I've lately placed upon the shelf,
So patronize my Cockney now who chooses;
I've ta'en to do my dirty work myself.
I find, too, that in fashion my abuse is,
And brings—not that I value it—the pelf;
But, let me hint, there's need of cash to victual ye
E'en in this cheapest of all countries—Italy.