“Old Q.” sat at gaze,—who now passes below?
A frolicsome statesman, the Man of the Day
A laughing philosopher, gallant and gay;
Never darling of fortune more manfully trod,
Full of years, full of fame, and the world at his nod,
Can the thought reach his heart, and then leave it more chilly—
Old P. or old Q.,—“I must quit Piccadilly?”
Life is chequer’d; a patchwork of smiles and of frowns;
We value its ups, let us muse on its downs;
There’s a side that is bright, it will then turn us t’other,