The Miser awak'd, and loudly did roar;
The honest poor Porter was frighten'd, alack!
Supposing that he had Old Nick at his back:
But it was the wretched Old Miser, alas!
Who was fed with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
The Wife she was frighten'd this Wretch to behold,
The Miser stark-mad for his Silver and Gold;
But all was in vain, tho' he search'd Smithfield round,
The Lady of Pleasure was not to be found: