Pleasure in ev’ry path round Dover;
Envies the happy crows which hover
About old Shakespeare’s cliff at Dover;
Nor once reflects that each young rover
Feels just the same, return’d to Dover.
From this fond dream he’ll soon recover
When debts shall drive him back to Dover,
Hoping, though poor, to live in clover,
Once safely past the straits of Dover.
But he alone’s his country’s lover,