On an inn-settle, in his maudlin grief,
This he resolved, and drank for his relief.
Now lived the youth in freedom, but debarr’d
From constant pleasures, and he thought it hard;
Hard that he could not every wish obey,
But must awhile relinquish ale and play;
Hard! that he could not to his cards attend,
But must acquire the money he would spend.
With greedy eye he look’d on all he saw,
He knew not justice, and he laugh’d at law;