Where, Allan, will thy Business fix, In Shaving, Verse, or Politicks? Art thou preferr'd by Mystic Fate From shaving Men to trim the State? Apollo's Barber thou hast been, Hast comb'd his Wigg, and smooth'd his Chin, But now it seems that thou hadst rather Protesting Peers of Scotland lather; Their Characters thou set'st a Face on, And sing'st their Praises to thy Bason: They Faithful Few by thee are own'd; THE faithful FEW on Scottish Ground: Where Thy own King at Sale was found, His Price Four Hundred Thousand Pound!
