Classic Poem

James Brydges and the Dean had long been friends,
James is beduked; of course their friendship ends.
But sure the Dean deserves a sharp rebuke,
From knowing James, to boast he knows a Duke.
But, since just heaven the Duke's ambition mocks,
Since all he got by fraud is lost by stocks,
His wings are clipped; he tries no more in vain
With bands of fiddlers to extend his train.
Since he no more can build, and plant, and revel,
The Duke and Dean seem near upon a level.
Oh! wert thou not a duke, my good Duke Humphry,
From bailiff's claws thou scarce could keep thy bum free.
A Duke to know a Dean! Go smooth thy crown,
Thy brother (far thy betters) wore a gown.
Well, but a Duke thou art; so pleased the King;
Oh! would his Majesty but add a string.