Vulgar

She chinks his purse, and takes her seat of state:
With ready quills the dedicators wait;
Now at his head the dext'rous task commence,
And, instant, fancy feels the imputed sense;
Now gentle touches wanton o'er her face,
She struts Athena, and affects grimace:
Rolli the feather to her ear conveys,
Then her nice taste directs our operas:
Bentley her mouth with classic flattery opes,
And the puff'd orator bursts out in tropes.
But Welsted most the poet's healing balm
Strives to extract from his soft, giving palm;
Unlucky Welsted! thy unfeeling master,
The more thou ticklest, gripes his fist the faster.

Jack in the Hat