Lollius

Why gird at Lollius if he care
  To purchase in the city’s sight,
 With nard and roses for his hair,
  The name of Knight? 

Son of unmitigated sires
  Enriched by trade in Afric corn,
 His wealth allows, his wife requires,
  Him to be born. 

Him slaves shall serve with zeal renewed
  At lesser wage for longer whiles,
 And school- and station-masters rude
  Receive with smiles. 

His bowels shall be sought in charge
  By learned doctors; all his sons
 And nubile daughters shall enlarge
  Their horizons.

For fierce she-Britons, apt to smite
  Their upward-climbing sisters down,
 Shall smooth their plumes and oft invite
  The brood to town.

For these delights will he disgorge
  The State enormous benefice,
 But—by the head of either George—
  He pays not twice! 

Whom neither lust for public pelf,
   Nor itch to make orations, vex—
Content to honour his own self
  With his own cheques— 

That man is clean. At least, his house
  Springs cleanly from untainted gold—
Not from a conscience or a spouse
  Sold and resold. 

Time was, you say, before men knew
  Such arts, and rose by Virtue guided?
 The tables rock with laughter—you
  Not least derided.