Of his four thousand pounds you ask the fate.
Haply some Admiralty Clerk may say,
“Oft have we seen him, at the morning’s call,
Brushing, with hasty step, on quarter day,
To meet his salary near fair Whitehall.
“Then, at the lower end of yonder Board,
He’d hold his vain fantastic head so high,
You’d think the Regent had made him first Lord,
And put his duller master, Melville, by.
“Oft to the Courier Office, as in spite,