There is no servant like the Steward,

For letting lordships go to leeward;

And I ne'er knew of one so thorough,

As he who 'served' Lord Peterborough;

And so, for ever, made that station

A perfect personification

Of every virtue upon earth,

That can befriend a man of birth.

He pulled his Lordship's mansion down,—

One of the handsomest in town;

He sold the bricks, the floors and stairs,

And charged my Lord for the repairs:

Then, to surpass the sweets of honey,

He lent his Lordship his own money!

Thinking you cannot well go farther

Than keep, in every thing you do,

Your Master's 'interest' still in view.