James Brydges and the Dean had long been friends, James is beduked; of course their friendship ends. But sure the Dean deserves a sharp rebuke, From knowing James, to boast he knows a Duke. But, since just heaven the Duke's ambition mocks, Since all he got by fraud is lost by stocks, His wings are clipped; he tries no more in vain With bands of fiddlers to extend his train. Since he no more can build, and plant, and revel, The Duke and Dean seem near upon a level. Oh! wert thou not a duke, my good Duke Humphry, From bailiff's claws thou scarce could keep thy bum free. A Duke to know a Dean! Go smooth thy crown, Thy brother (far thy betters) wore a gown. Well, but a Duke thou art; so pleased the King; Oh! would his Majesty but add a string. |