The tuneful Strains and witty Flights,
Of him that Studies while he sh--ts)
Decree all Landlords, thro’ the Nation,
Shall lay (on Pain of Flagellation)
In some meet Corner of their Dark Hole
A cuspidated Piece of Charcoal;
Or, where the Walls are cas’d with Wainscot,
A Piece of Chalk with equal Pains cut;
That those who labour at both Ends,
To ease themselves, and serve their Friends,