May’st thou essay to look and speak like Mead!
When the black bag and rose no more shall shade
With martial air the honours of thy head;
When the full wig thy visage shall enclose,
And only leave to view thy learned nose.
Safely may’st thou defy beaux, wits, and scoffers,
While tenants, in fee-simple, stuff thy coffers.
ELIZABETH CARTER
1717-1806