O'er a brown  which had once been black,
Which hung in tatters on his brawny back,
A sight most strange, and aukward to behold
He threw a covering of  and
Just at that time of life, when Man by rule,
The Fop laid down, takes up the graver fool,
He started up a Fop, and, fond of show,
Look'd like another HERCULES, turn'd
A Subject, met with only now and then,
Much fitter for the pencil than the pen;
HOGARTH would draw him (Envy must allow)
E'en to the life, was HOGARTH living now.