John Adams lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A carrier who carried the can to his mouth well;
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more,—so was carried at last;
For the liquor he drank being too much for one,
He could not carry off, so he’s now carri-on.
ON A LINEN-DRAPER.
Cottons and cambrics, all adieu,
And muslins too, farewell,
Plain, striped, and figured, old and new,