Sir Joseph Mawbey

How could you so severely lash
Those dull unmeaning bards?
Ne'er squander sterling wit on trash,
'Twere better mind your cards.

With beaux and belles your game pursue,
Fair Fortune's call attend;
And may you still an honour shew,
When call'd on by your friend.

'Tis trifling, wittlings to expose,
Let not your muse grow wanton;
You've pull'd one Justice by the nose,
Make not a second P*****.