Cowley.
56. You'll think yourself superbly off, though rather cramp'd in bed,
If your garret keep the winter rain from dropping on your head.
Albert Pike.
57. A snug thack house; before the door a green,
Hens on the midding, ducks in pools are seen.
On this side stands a barn, on that a byre,
A peat-stack joins, an' forms a rural square.
The house is yours,—there shall we see you lean
And to your turfy seat invite a frien'.