Of nice, coquet, affected, pert, and vain:
Jove mixed up all, and his best clay employed,
Then called the happy composition, Floyd.
On the Gravestone of a Blacksmith, buried in Chester Church-yard.
My sledge and hammer lie reclined,
My bellows too have lost their wind;
My fire’s extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid;
My coal is spent, my iron’s gone,
My nails are drove, my work is done;