The  Grand Circle, in whose ample round
The Seasons regular and fix'd are bound,
(Who, in his course repeated o'er and o'er,
Sees the same things which he had seen before.
The same  keep their Watch, and the same Sun
Runs in the track where he from first hath run;
The same Moon rules the night, Tides ebb and flow,
is a Puppet, and this World a Show,
Their old dull follies old dull fools pursue,
And Vice in nothing, but in Mode, is new,
He — a Lord (now fair befall that Pride,
He liv'd a Villain, but a Lord he died)
DASHWOOD is  BERKLEY
SANDWICH (THANK HEAV'N) first Minister of State,
And, tho' by  despis'd, by  unbless'd,
By  neglected, and by  oppress'd,
Scorning the servile arts of each
Founded on Honour, WILKES is still
The  encircled with the various train
Which waits, and fills the glories of his reign,
Shall, taking up this theme, in Chorus join,
And, dumb to others 'Praise, be loud in Mine.