A man of bus'ness won't till ev'ning dine,
Abstains from women, company, and wine:
From Fig's new theatre he'll miss a night,
Tho' cocks, and bulls, and Irish women fight:
Nor sultry sun, nor storms of soaking rain,
The man of bus'ness from the house detain:
Nor speaks he for no reason but to say,
I am a member, and I spoke to-day.
I speak sometimes, you'll hear his lordship cry,
Because some speak that have less sense than I.