Let others possess what they will,
Of learning, and houses and lands;
My parlour that’s next to the sky
I’d quit her blest mansions to share;
So happy to live and to die
In Dyot-street, Bloomsbury Square.
And, oh! would this damsel be mine!
No other provision I’d seek;
On a look I could breakfast and dine,
And feast on a smile for a week.