Some thick-scull’d horsedealer, who owes to fate
More than to head and brains he ever could.
Full many a flat and fortune favour’d youth,
The east and western parts of London hold
Full many a peer can testify the truth,
That many men possess less brains than gold.
Their names, their years, by folly written down,
A lengthen’d list of dupes would well supply,
And many a leg might in the list be shown,
Who carries now his head amazing high.