[A FRAGMENT.]
What, though the Horse I hired, the villain Hack,
Meek as I [am], would throw me on my Back;
Tho’ musing much—in slow and solemn pace,
The Urchin Crew would laugh me to my face!
I woo’d the Muses, meditating Song,
Some Sideway ditch would woo my feet, half Mud,
Half Ink, and plunge me in the sombre flood.