The man of lawn sleeves, and the man of straw,
The man of Letters, and the man of Law,
The merchant, and the master of a shop.
The old Roué, and the gamester, and the fop.
In betting slang and stable chaff experts,
Or in small talk with fashionable flirts;
Some too, through secret sins, half paralytics;
Others all dandyism and cosmetics,
Insipid creatures, sauntering to and fro.
Whom some pretend not to, nor will not, know;
The scheming dame, the ball-room butterfly,
And frail Anonymas, their spells to try,
On rich old fools, or youthful profligates.
And eye-glass'd exquisites with brainless pates;
Creatures with hollow hearts and muddled heads,
NOTES
everything. It must be very mortifying to the wealthy to observe that the servility of dependants, and the apparent esteem of their friends arises from the respect paid to riches. The (so-called) vulgar herd bow before the wealthy with reverence; but it is the money, and not the individual which they respect,'—Cory.
'Money is merit—merit money now;
This, great men worship—to this, poor men bow,
And all acknowledge who has wealth has worth.
Though only "filthy lucre" gave it birth.'—
The author of Woman, and other Poems.
