His custom’d place and company resign’d,
Oft leaves the precincts of his Treasury seat,
To coax some longing lingering lout behind.
On helps like these each pension’d soul relies,
Such aid each new-rais’d salary requires,
Though from the press the voice of Croker[26] cries,
Though in the Courier live his wonted fires.
And thou who, mindful of that honour’d scribe,
Dost for a salary like Croker’s wait,
If, chance, by kindred calculation led,