Hop’d she’d burst on the rock of damnation;
But he stopp’d when the Bishop cry’d “Shame,
“Brother, think of the late proclamation.”
That famous reformist, Jack Wilkes,
Martin Luther the Second now deem’d,
Sat in converse with Lawn Sleeves and Silks,
And declar’d Sacred Music blasphem’d;
But Jack turning round to Jem Twitch,
Swore ’twas like the affair on the Terrace,
When Bethsheba, impudent bitch,