He's called _The General_ from the brazen craft
And dash with which he _sneaks a bit of road_
And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
_Back-answers_ of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats
With scoffing calm whatever powers there be;
He _gets it straight_, puts _a bit on_, and meets
His losses with both _lip_ and _pounds s. d._;
He arrogates a special taste in _short_;
Is loftily grateful for a flagrant _smoke_;
At all the smarter housemaids winks his court,
And taps them for half-crowns; being _stoney-broke_,
Lives lustily; is ever _on the make_;
And hath, I fear, none other gods but _Fake_.