A mingled scent, that crowded room within, }
Rum and red-herring, Cheshire cheese and gin; }
Pipes, too, and punch, and sausages, with tea,
Were things that Richard was disturbed to see.
Impatient now, he left them in disdain,
To call on Phœbe, when he call’d again;
To walk with her, the morning fair and bright,
And lose the painful feelings of the night.
All in the Row, and tripping at the side
Of a young Sailor, he the nymph espied, 330