Beside Charles-street, where hackney coaches meet,
Where two blue posts adorn fam’d Russell-street,
There, in an ale-house, taught to play the fool,
Good Master Shuter first was put to school.
Nature’s adopted son, though mean and low,
“Alas! I knew him well, Horatio.”
Well did the tittering audience love to trace
The miser’s thrift, depicted in his face;
Well would the busy whisper circle round,
When, in Corbaccio, at Volpone he frown’d;