To join in partnership with buried sires.
For thee, who patiently thus far hast read
These faithful memoirs of thine humble state,
If chance (when thou art number’d with the dead)
Some wag, like me, enquire into thy fate,
Haply some hoary hooker-in may say,
“Oft have we seen him as the clock struck eight,
Bending his steps with eager haste away,
On new-come customers intent to wait.
“There at the end of yonder spacious street,