“Fame shall be mine, then wealth shall I possess,
And beauty next an ardent lover bless;
For me the maid shall leave her nobler state,
Happy to raise and share her poet’s fate.”
He saw each day his father’s frugal board,
With simple fare by cautious prudence stored:
Where each indulgence was foreweigh’d with care,
And the grand maxims were to save and spare:
Yet in his walks, his closet, and his bed,
All frugal cares and prudent counsels fled;