“Along the Park, and near his fav’rite trees;
At night he sate not in my opera box,
“Nor came to sup at Lady ——’s.
Next morn I heard that, just two days before,
With a loved bride from busy Town he went:
Sit down with patience a few moments more,
And read a letter that he lately sent:
The Letter.
Here lives, retired from all the haunts of men,
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown: