Nubbly-knee’d rustic! little know the proud ones,
Who at their button flaunt the expensive orchid,
What dreary work ’tis delving all your days, and
Ending a pauper.
Tell me, Giles Joskin, whom your vote inclines to.
Is ’t the rich Rad, who only aims to use you?
Or the kind Squire? or Parson of the Parish—
Lavish of blankets?
Is it sly Joe, who’s playing his own game, or
Arch-diddler Arch? Are you the dupe of “ransom”