Then shine their cheeks ne’er ting’d with deeper dyes,
The well made punch stands sparkling ’fore their eyes.
The aldermen rejoicing in the sight
Eye the rich treat, and bless the bounteous knight.
From The British Minerva, printed in Hamburgh, 1818.
In Posthumous Parodies (1814) there is a paraphrase of a passage in Pope’s “Temple of Fame,” it commences thus:
But lo! amidst the oratoric choir,
Six gorgeous columns o’er the rest aspire:
Around the chair itself of fame they stand,
Hold her chief honours, and her house command.