But Taxgath’rers knocking, while going their dull round!
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On pretence of Necessity, frequent large dips
In my now emptied pockets have made me repine;
In vain does Retrenchment rise up to my lips,
The Regent must live, though starvation be mine—
Though my shop be deserted, and heard not a sound,
But Taxgath’rers knocking, while going their dull round!
William Hone.