As seldom trouble the heads of mayors or kings.
What of the mayor of Doncaster, I pray?
Sir he received a letter t'other day;
Judge, readers, judge, what huge surprize
Stretch'd like a brace of moons his eyes,
Judge, how he gaped for joy, for breath,
And show'd the ruins of his teeth;
Judge, how his head sublimer grew,
Judge, how his shoulders widen'd too,
Judge, how he swung his arms about,