JUST in the moment as he spoke,
The sprightly PEER, with switch of oak,
Popt in his nose — "Faith, good enough,
" Sir CHARLES my friend! You  bluff!
"We'll give you leave — no favour light —
" Here to throw in a willing mite.
"You, to  who resort,
" And the  Ladies court,
"Come, touch us up a sketch in rhime,
" And shew your genius — now's the time.
"To the best JUSTICE in the Nation —
"The Squire I mean — make Dedication;
" And I, who have a knack that way,
"Will whistle Notes to what you say:
" Nay, more, in attitude burlesque,
"Will draw the CALIBAN grotesque;
"Who in the Frontispiece shall stand,
" And, ludicrous, your mirth command. "