He’s only a pauper, whom nobody owns.

What a jolting, and creaking, and splashing, and din!

The whip, how it cracks, and the wheels, how they spin!

How the dirt, right and left, o’er the hedges is hurled!

The pauper at length makes a noise in the world!

Rattle his bones over the stones!

He’s only a pauper, whom nobody owns.

Poor pauper defunct! he has made some approach

To gentility, now that he’s stretched in a coach;

He’s taking a drive in his carriage at last,