Whose constant cares were to increase his wealth,
And keep his only son, myself, at school;
For I had heard of speeches, and I long’d
To follow in the House some noisy chief,
And Bedford granted what my sire denied.
This House which opes to-night, large as my brewhouse,
Had not yet rais’d its head, when on its site
A band of Irish bricklayers, from the street,
Rush’d like mad dogs upon the ruin’d walls,
Wheeling the bricks and stones; the Renters fled