If chance by writ or capias hither come,
Some kindred spirit may inquire thy fate.
Haply, some hoary bailiff here may say,
“Oft have we watch’d him at the peep of dawn,
But, damn him, still he slipped from us away,
And when we thought we had him, he was gone.
“Where Drury Lane erects its well-known head,
And Covent Garden lifts its domes on high,
Morning and noon and night we found him fled,
Most snugly poring on us passing by.