THE MAYOR.
But, in God’s name, my worthy friend,
Where do these strong expressions tend?
However, waiving points of taste,
Hear now my second reason,-gold,
As that was silver; for, behold,
You, like a chosen son, are graced
With favour in the royal sight;
In short,-you have been named a Knight!
This very day you’ll walk elate,
Cross upon breast, a titled man.
