New oysters cry’d: Though much the poet’s friend,
Ne’er yet attempted in poetic strain,
Accept this tribute of poetic praise!
Nor proctor thrice with vocal heel alarms
Our joys secure, nor deigns the lowly roof
Of pot-house, snug to visit; wiser he
The splendid tavern haunts, or coffee house
Of James or Juggins, where the grateful breath
Of loathed tobacco ne’er diffus’d its balm;
But the lewd spendthrift, falsely deem’d polite,