No wine, no supper-parties glad the sight,
O’er all the court a solemn stillness reigns;
Save where some gambling Gyps o’er skittles fight,
When Fortune robs them of their easy gains.
Save that at intervals from yonder tow’r
You hear some moping Questionist complain,
Condemn’d to toil thro’ many a weary hour
O’er Newton, Smith, and ‘Calculus’ again.
(Haply the Porter or some Gyp may say,
“Oft have we seen him at the break of dawn,