I mean to do the whole mad round,
Turf, Stage, Sport, Fun, light Love;
For in these things do joys abound
Home’s doldrums far above.
IV.
My sire will “row” me vigorously,
My Mother sore complain,
But, o’er life’s wildest waves I’ll fly
E’er I touch shore again,
Let sermons scare the goody good