Her rouge, than frauds corporate are.
He may summon his friends to swill turtle,
And gulp ven'son, like pigs in a stye;—
Line the Mansion House staircase with myrtle
And laurel—the Sphynx can tell why;—
He may bow to the Bench of Exchequer,
Have Ministers sit at his board;—
Civic barges no farther from wreck are,
Gog and Magog no less shall be floored.
The hands that prepare your ovation,