We've a dashing buck Parson among us a creature, I can never describe since 'tis quite out of nature, Tho' the race is antique for I'm sure 'tis the same, That St. Paul has declar'd can take "glory in shame," For he's constantly gaming or quizzing the church, Where he holds two good livings but leaves in the lurch, Tho' the "fusty old bishop" has sought to restore him, To residence, duty, and "stupid decorum." 590 In other bad men I am sorry to say, We wink at the sin when the humour is gay, And trusting the evil's not sunk in their hearts Their errors o'erlook for their temper or parts; But he who embracing an holy profession, Thus robs some good man of a needful possession; While conscious his heart is abandon'd and vicious, Is disgustingly wicked, thence seldom pernicious; So a beacon of warning this coxcomb supplies, Since few men will follow what all men despise; And bad as the world is he stands by himself, We have good ones enow to lay him on the shelf; Who e'en in this place of profuse dissipation, Still honour themselves, and adorn their vocation. The comical Banker from C--t--r is here, Whom Blackett retail'd to us often last year, His humour is droll and his tongue like a sickle, Cuts so sharp, and so smooth, that you bleed while you tickle; Lady Shufflecut oft from his spleen gets a hit, But she pockets his money which pays for his wit, As beauties the ----nds are at present the rage, And one has two strings to her bow I'll engage, But I'm sorry to say that the elegant Julie, Has the fault of the day and forgets to love truly, For a fine showy rake whose pretension to merit, Is a far distant title he ne'er may inherit, She forsakes a most excellent well manner'd youth, Who deserves her no less for his virtue than truth. How soon will she learn from her new master's teaching, "She has cast off a pearl", but I've no time for preaching; So I only shall mention one family more, Tho' I wish to describe you at least half-a-score; 'Tis an old fashion'd gentleman drest like a show, As his grandfather was just a cent'ry ago, While his wife in like habit obedient to him, Tho' still a fine woman complies with the whim, But his daughter an elegant lovely young creature, Steals a spice of the mode in her dress tho' not nature, For a being so lively, yet modest, and charming, So simple so wild to the heart so alarming, 630 This world or its customs e'er form'd I believe, From the very first days of our grandmother Eve.