I consider'd myself as a Garrick reviv'd.
7.
Ye dreams of my boyhood how much I regret you,
As your memory beams through this agoniz'd breast,
Thus sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you,
Though this heart throbs to bursting by anguish possest.
8.
I thought this poor brain fever'd even to madness,
Of tears as of reason forever was drain'd,
But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness,