On me then Sir as on a friend
You say your interests now depend
And may you be no longer mine
When your least service I decline
But though my will is all on fire
To compass that which you desire
Success from others must proceed
Towards which observe my restless speed
Your note received down stairs I fly
My gown unpinned my hood awry
With Mrs Mary at my heels
Who as she this disorder feels
Here gives a twitch there aims a pin
But cannot reach to fix it in
Yet does with lengthened strides approach
And throws my ruffles in the coach
I finishing the best I can
Now drop my gloves and then my fan
As Jehu scours along the streets
And swears at everything he meets
Till to his Lordships' door he comes
Who spies me through a suite of rooms
And forward moves with courtly pace
Till noting my requesting face
He puts on a refusing air
And bids his footman call a chair
Then draws his watch -- 'tis two and past
You find me in a prodigious haste
He cries as he on tiptoe stands
Yet Madam what are your commands
I'll serve you to my utmost power
The Houses have been met this hour
Shall I conduct you to my wife
I have no interest on my life . . .
I barely hint as he goes on
Who Madam cries it can't be done
Your humble servant you forgive
You see in what a round we live
From monring hurried thus till night
Madame I hoe you take me right
When I've a moment to dispose
I'll come and heart what you propose
Make haste ye blockheads -- up they weigh
My Lord and to the house convey
Whilst i the parlour I remain
O'ercome with sorrow and disdain
Yet with a Roman virtue scorn
The Land depraveed where I was born
Where men now wealthy grown and great
En bagatell our sufferings treat
Yet still I will your cause persue
Th'unrighteous Judge the harden'd Jew
As son mght be at rest as I
Wil leave them till they all comply
Or if no good from thence I draw
They still are Jews without the Law
(MS Wellesley, pp. 78-79).