I have seen the country gentlemen turn squeakers—

I have seen the people ridden o'er like sand

By slaves on horseback—I have seen malt liquors

Exchanged for "thin potations"[607] by John Bull—

I have seen John half detect himself a fool.—

LXXXVI.

But "carpe diem," Juan, "carpe, carpe!"[608]

To-morrow sees another race as gay

And transient, and devoured by the same harpy.

"Life's a poor player,"[609]—then "play out the play,[610]