Since, Sir, on the Alphabet, lately 'tis grown
The Fashion to spread our Wit about Town,
My Horn--book once more I shall take into Hand,
And explain all the Letters, as in order they stand.

Great A stands for Army, as B stands for Bubble,
And C points out Craftsman, or Caleb in Trouble.
The Dutch and the D---l begin with a D,
And England, the fam'd Ballance--holder, with E.
F serves for gay France, which I hope will not swerve,
And G for Great George, whom God long preserve!
With H we spell Horace, for his Wit so renown'd,
And I denotes Isaac, that Statesman profound!
When a K and an L stand for Lawyer and Knave,
Look on M as Memento, how you ought to behave.
N stands for a Name, which I dare not speak out,
But O is a Cypher will explain it, no Doubt.
With P we beg Pensions, to keep out the Pope;
To Quibbles with Q the Law will give Scope;
And R marks out Robin, a Ribband a Rope.
S squints at South--Sea, which has made the Land rue,
And Tyburn with T. calls aloud for its Due.
Single V serves in Verse, against Vice to complain,
And W swears that he'll humble proud Spain.
Great Xerxes the Tyrant, begins with an X,
And Y stands for Yes, in all Votes for a Tax;
Zeal flags without Z, an odd crooked Letter,
And & wishes Things may go better.