Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end o…