This lethargy that creeps thro’ all my senses?
Nature, oppress’d and harrass’d out with care,
Sinks down to dulness.—Let me drink a Bottle,
That my awaken’d Muse may wing her flight,
Renew’d in all her strength, and fresh with life,
An off’ring fit for Stair. Let guilt or fear
Disturb man’s rest: Mitchell knows neither of them,
Indifferent in his choice to live or die,
If he, great Lord! vouchsafe me not his favor.
From Poems on Several Occasions, in 2 vols., by Joseph Mitchell, commonly called Sir Robert Walpole’s Poet. Published at London. 1729.