His spirits low, and his exertions small,
He fell perforce, he seem’d decreed to fall:
Like the gay knight, unapt to rise was he,
But downward sank with sad alacrity.
A borough-place we gain’d him - in disgrace
For gross neglect, he quickly lost the place;
But still he kept a kind of sullen pride,
Striving his wants to hinder or to hide;
At length, compell’d by very need, in grief
He wrote a proud petition for relief.