On a Very Old Glass"

WE give the World to understand,
Our thriving Dean has purchas'd Land;
A Purchase which will bring him clear,
Above his Rent four Pounds a Year;
Provided, to improve the Ground,
He will but add two Hundred Pound,
And from his endless hoarded Store,
To build a House five Hundred more.
Sir Arthur too shall have his Will,
And call the Mansion Drapier's Hill;
That when a Nation long enslav'd,
Forgets by whom it once was sav'd;
When none the DRAPIER'S Praise shall sing;
His Signs aloft no longer swing;
His Medals and his Prints forgotten,
And all his Handkerchiefs are rotten;
His famous LETTERS made waste Paper;
This Hill may keep the Name of DRAPIER:
In Spight of Envy flourish still,
And DRAPIER's vye with COOPER'S Hill.