Generals, some all in armour, of the old
And iron time, ere lead had ta’en the lead;
Others in wigs of Marlborough’s martial fold,
Huger than twelve of our degenerate breed:
Lordlings, with staves of white or keys of gold:
Nimrods, whose canvas scarce contained the steed;
And, here and there, some stern high patriot stood,
Who could not get the place for which he sued.