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

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

Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

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