Too fond, alas, of pipe and bowl;
Vain of his looks, his waistcoat’s set,
Oppressed with duns, o’erwhelmed with debt,
Crushed with distasteful Grub Street work,
The friend of Reynolds and of Burke,
He smiling bore the gibes of Johnson,
And loitered in the shop of Tonson;
And well or ill, or drunk or sober,
In youth or age’s drear October
Went smiling, jesting, laughing through,