Of all my supporters, most noisy and silly;
Wilt thou still take my tokens? sweet daffa-down-dilly:
Oh! those which I issue are tokens of woe!
Vanity whisper’d me, “John thou art clever,
“Thy neighbours beyond their own noses can’t see;”
I foolishly thought so, but never, oh never,
Was mortal more sadly mistaken than me.
Down from your windows, my friends, snatch your papers,
The ridicule now of all starers and gapers;
Some wag I am fearful will give you the vapours,