Was a free-mason of uncommon merits,
Who kept the Mason's Arms; and there were few
More spirited than he in selling spirits.
Andrew I wot, for so his name was spelt,
Was born (but this perchance you have surmised)
In London town:—in Adam Street he dwelt,
Which all Eve's sons have not Mc Adamized.
As scaling—love impell'd, a lofty wall,
One luckless night, he fell, in vast alarm;
But caught a beam, and haply broke his fall,