"Whilst Britain's Sovereign scales such worth has weighed, And Anne herself her smiling favours paid, That sacred hand does your fair chaplet twist, Great Reade her own entitled Oculist, With this fair mark of honour, sir, assume No common trophies from this shining plume; Her favours by desert are only shared-- Her smiles are not her gift, but her reward. Thus in your new fair plumes of Honour drest, To hail the Royal Foundress of the feast; When the great Anne's warm smiles this favourite raise, 'Tis not a royal grace she gives, but pays." Queen Anne's other "sworn oculist," as he and Reade termed themselves, was Roger Grant, a cobbler and Anabaptist preacher. He was a prodigiously vain man, even for a quack, and had his likeness engraved in copper. Impressions of the plate were distributed amongst his friends, but were not in all cases treated with much respect; for one of those who had been complimented with a present of the eminent oculist's portrait, fixed it on a wall of his house, having first adorned it with the following lines:-- "See here a picture of a brazen face, The fittest lumber of this wretched place. A tinker first his scene of life began; That failing, he set up for cunning man; But wanting luck, puts on a new disguise, And now pretends that he can mend your eyes; But this expect, that, like a tinker true, Where he repairs one eye he puts out two." The charge of his being a tinker was preferred against him also by another lampoon writer. "In his stead up popped Roger Grant, the tinker, of whom a friend of mine once sung.-- "'Her Majesty sure was in a surprise, Or else was very short-sighted; When a tinker was sworn to look after her eyes, And the mountebank Reade was knighted.'"