'1st Beggar, } I once was a poet at London,
Mr. S——. } I kept my heart still full of glee;
(Sheridan.) There's no man can say that I'm undone,
For begging's no new trade to me.
'2nd Beggar, } In London I once shone with eclat,
The ——. } A Stud and brave Household could boast;
(Prince of Wales.) Give me a brisk wench in clean straw,
And I value not who rules the roast.
'3rd Beggar, } A widow I was, buxom and bold,
Mrs. F——. } So clos'd with a Royal attack;