}
When they with happy gales are gone away, }
With your propitious presence grace our play, }
And with a sigh their empty seats survey; }
Then think,—On that bare bench my servant sat!
I see him ogle still, and hear him chat;
Selling facetious bargains, and propounding
That witty recreation, called dum-founding.[401]—
Their loss with patience we will try to bear,
And would do more, to see you often here;