Traced with a Smoke of a Candle in Newgate.
Dick, on two Words, thought to maintain him ever:
The first was Stand, and next to Stand, Deliver.
But Dick’s in Newgate, and he fears shall never,
Be blest again with that sweet Word Deliver.
In the Window of a Coffee-House at Richmond.
My Chloe is an Angel bright,
But Chloe’s common——so is Light.
And who with Phœbus Fault shall find,
Because his Beams to all are kind.