Haply that wooden-headed sage may say,
“Oft have I seen him, in his fortune’s dawn,
When at his levees elbowing their way,
Peer’s ermine might be seen, and Bishop’s lawn.
“There the great man vouchsafed in turn to each
Advice, what scrip or shares ’twas best to buy,
There his own arts his favourites he would teach,
And put them up to good things on the sly.
“Till to the House by his admirers borne,
Warmed with Champagne in flustered speech he strove,