“Oft have we seen him at the close of day,
“Bustling with hasty foot-steps thro’ the throng,
“To gain his fav’rite seat at some new play.
“There, in the midway region of the pit,
“Where Critics oft their arts malignant ply,
“Near to the orchestra, sedate he’d sit,
“And pore upon the scene with curious eye.
“Beneath yon elm, that each new loit’rer wooes,
“He lov’d to sit, absorbed in musings deep;
“Then up the Green-Park, or by Chelsea-Mews,