The parson knows enough who knows a duke. — William Cowper

"Oh! I could thresh his old jacket till I made his pension jingle in his pockets."

"Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot!"

"He has no hope that never had a fear."

"Me howling winds drive devious, tempest-tossed, Sails ripped, seams opning wide, and compass lost."

"Is base in kind, and born to be a slave."

"Man disobeys, and deity disowns me."