Lingering year, at length is flown;
Pride and pleasure, pomp and plenty,
Great Sir John, are now your own.
Loosen'd from the minor's tether,
Free to mortgage or to sell,
Wild as wind, and light as feather,
Bid the sons of thrift farewell.
Call the Betseys, Kates, and Jennies,
All the names that banish care;
LAVISH of your grandsire's guineas,