Poet. Why Celia, Sir, is like a Summer’s Day.
Lov. Who to a Day could liken such a Woman?
Poet. Is she not very fair, and very common?
Written with a Pencil in the Vault at Chelsea College.
Who scribbles on the Wall when he’s at sh--,
May sure be said to have a Flux of Wit.
In the Vaults at Tunbridge.
Like Claret-Drinkers Stools, a Blockhead’s Brain;
Hardly conceives what it brings forth with Pain.
Such is my Case——who, while I’m thus inditing,