Some Fops there are, amongst the Scribbling tribe,
Who make it all their business to
No matter whether in, or out of place;
Studious of finery, and fond of lace,
Alike they trim, as Coxcomb Fancy brings,
The rags of beggars, and the robes of kings.
Let dull  in State preside
O'er her dull children, Nature is their guide,
Wild Nature, who at random breaks the fence
Of those tame drudges  and
Nor would forgive herself the mighty crime
Of keeping terms with  and