And looks abroad, like a true sailor, for
Some kind and tender-hearted wench, to share
His happy fortunes, and is soon supplied
By the vile pimps that ply about the port.
This is the man for me; him I accost,
Hang on his steps, and whisper in his ear,
"Jove the preserver," nor withdraw my suit,
Till he has fairly fix'd me in his service.
This is my practice.—If I see some youth
Up to the ears in love, who spends his time