Some wonder how long you've been absent,
Despair of your coming again;
While some have a coach or a cab sent,
To take you away if it rain.
Some shut up their windows in summer,
Some won't stir the fire, though you're numb;
Some give you hot punch in a rummer,
But Fanny gives only her thumb.
Some talk about scandal, or lovers,
Some talk about Byron or Scott;