The measure’s ended, and the work is done;
Oh, born with ease, how envied and how blest!
Your fate to-day and your to-morrow’s rest,
To you all readers turn, and they can look
Pleased on a paper, who abhor a book;
Those who ne’er deign’d their Bible to peruse,
Would think it hard to be denied their News;
Sinners and saints, the wisest with the weak,
Here mingle tastes, and one amusement seek;
This, like the public inn, provides a treat,