The vile unwarrantable b——s hold;
Full many a town-bred damsel walks the Strand,
And barters beauty—for a piece of gold.
The daring Pettifogger, stern of brow,
Who might have done due honor to the spade,
Whirl’d the tough flail, or grasp’d the peaceful plough,
Presumes, the Courts of Justice to parade.
This upstart thing some useful trade to learn,
By far more suited to his shallow head,
False pride forbade, nor suffer’d him to earn,