Sing, heavenly Muse !
“ Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme,"
A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire.
HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and frife,
In filken or in leathern purse retains
A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain
New oysters cry'd, nor fighs for chearful ale ;
But with his friends, when nightly mitts arise,
To Juniper's Magpye, or Town-Hall * repairs :
Where, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye
Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames,
Cloe, or Phillis, he each circling glass
Wilheth her health, and joy, and equal love.
Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint,
But I, whom griping penury surrounde,
And hunger, sure attendant upon want,
With scanty offals, and small acid tiff
(Wretched repast !) iny meagre corpse sustain :
Then solitary walk, or doze at home
In garret vile, and with a warming puff
* Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.