Some kindred idler should enquire thy tale;
Haply some ancient Fellow may reply—
“Oft have I seen him, from the dawn of day,
E’en till the western sun went down the sky
Lounging his lazy listless hours away:
“Each morn he sought the cloister’s cool retreat;
At noon at Tom’s he caught the daily lie,
Or from his window looking o’er the street
Would gaze upon the travellers passing by;
“At night, encircled with a kindred band,