With fury kindled by ambition’s fire.
Fix’d in the fav’rite seat of noise and strife,
They never can enjoy one tranquil day,
Along the rough walk of an irksome life
They keep the restless tenor of their way.
Yet from grave thoughts their feelings to protect,
Frail temporary huts erected nigh,
With uncouth phrase and wretched daubing deck’d,
Invite their lips a cordial draught to try.
Their mantling mug, their song’s sonorous swell,