The paths of spendthrifts lead but to the Bench.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
That they are here, and not at large like you,
That they have bills at tailor’s, and wine vault
Bills that, alas! have long been overdue.
Can story gay, or animated tale,
Back from this mansion bid us freely run?
Can honour’s voice o’er creditors prevail,
Or flatt’ry soothe the dull cold ear of Dun?
Perhaps in this confined retreat is shut