Who is no paviour, nor admits a barge
On her canals, where God takes sea and land,
Fishery and farm, both into his own hand.
At least he pays no rent, and has best right
To be the firs of what we used to call
'Gentlemen farmer'—a race worn out quite,
Since lately there have been no rents at all,
And 'gentlemen' are in a piteous plight,