Who would put down the Thing,
That in spite of new Acts, &c., &c.
(A Gaoler, an Artilleryman, a Horse Guard, and a Grenadier.)
This is The Man—all shaven and shorn,
All cover’d with Orders—and all forlorn;
The Dandy of Sixty,
Who bows with a grace,
And has taste in wigs, collars, cuirasses, and lace;
Who, to tricksters and fools, leaves the State and its treasure,
And, when Britain’s in tears, sails about at his pleasure,