At least he pays no rent, and has best right

To be the first of what we used to call

"Gentlemen farmers"—a race worn out quite,

Since lately there have been no rents at all,

And "gentlemen" are in a piteous plight,

And "farmers" can't raise Ceres from her fall:

She fell with Buonaparte,[498]—What strange thoughts

Arise, when we see Emperors fall with oats!