Hoppner whilst I to cheat the villain time
With daring hand thy matchless feats portray
 A painter now and now a man of rhyme
As suits the humour of the changeful day
 Think not thy breath can chase the clouds away
That veil my sapient phiz from vulgar eyes
 Nor let suspicion on thy giblets prey
That malice lurks beneath the quaint disguise
 For know my friend tho’ gentle frisky tries
To plague thy pate he plays a harmless game
 And not a wight beneath the golden skies
More dearly hold thy person and thy fame
 Or longs to see thee more (thy purse well lin’d)
Marching with duck-like grace a fair round paunch behind.