"But I forgot;—the Stranger and his Chum,
With t'other to, to Barth'l'mew Fair are come;
Where, being seated, and the Supper past,
They drink so deep, and put about so fast,
That 'ere the warning Watchman walks about,
With dismal Tone repeating,—Who goes out?[147]
'Ere St. Paul's Clock no longer will withold
From striking Ten, and the Voice cries,—All told.[148]
'Ere this, our new Companions, every one
In roaring Mirth and Wine, so far were gone,