From room to room without a fix’d intent;
“And here,” he thought, “I was caress’d; admired
Were here my songs; she smiled, and I aspired.
The change how grievous!” As he mused, a dame
Busy and peevish to her duties came;
Aside the tables and the chairs she drew,
And sang and mutter’d in the poet’s view: -
“This was her fortune; here they leave the poor;
Enjoy themselves, and think of us no more;
I had a promise” - here his pride and shame