The thing soon spread the country round;
And when each circumstance was weigh’d,
They knew the gods that visit made,
And saved the poet’s life in lieu
Of those two-thirds which yet were due.
[ EPILOGUE TO EUTYCHUS.]
I yet have stock in hand to spare,
And could write on—but will forbear—
First, lest I tire a friend, whose state
And avocations are so great: