NO more of your titled acquaintance boast,
Nor of the gay groups you have seen;
A crab louse is but a crab louse at last
Tho’stack to the cunt of a Queen.

Of lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen,
Yet an insect 's an insect at most,
Tho' it crawl on the curl of a queen.

What of earls with whom you have supt,
And of dukes that you dined with yestreen?
Lord! a louse, Sir, is still but a louse,
Though it crawl on the curls of a queen.