Go on and prosper, worthy Pug!
Tho' long past midnight, who's afraid?
Time, we all know, for slaves was made.
What lad of spirit, or discerning,
Would waste the weary hour in learning,
And not each dryer study cut,
To play a social game at Put?
And wrangle about Chalks and Legs,
All Fours and Cribbage, Holes and Pegs—
Pastimes of such resistless Power,