“Ho! Master Sam,” quoth Sandys’ sprite,
“Write on, nor let me scare ye;
Forsooth, if rhymes fall in not right,
To Budgell seek, or Carey.
“I hear the beat of Jacob’s drums;
Poor Ovid finds no quarter.
See first the merry P—— comes
In haste, without his garter.
“Then lords and lordlings, squires and knights,
Wits, witlings, prigs, and peers;