"The Centaur not Fabulous, or the Nec pes et caput Reddatur". [c.7 June 1792].

As Foot from Cornhills rich tho' dark abode
Serenely trotted on the Kentish road

Three wags elated with the hopes to dine

At Beckenham place and drink great Cator's wine
Boswell the Plutarch of the modern times

Seward the Sage and Parsons fam'd for rhimes

Snug in their chaise resolved to have some fun
Accost the Cit all broiling in the sun

Seward begins how are you Mr Head?

Head!- answers Foot, where are your senses fled

Says Parsons sure you know not what you say

You can't pretend to be a foot today

Says Boswell tho' a Highwayman, my lad

You and your horse between you make Foot-pad

Bamboozled thus our banker took his way

And swifter sought the shades of his own Cray*

*Foots Cray in Kent.