It’s soon I’d be out of this same.
I then might enliven my gloom
In the ways of repalers and men,
Might learn from the wisdom of Hume,
And be cheer’d by the sallies of Ben.
Ye Mimbers, that make me your sport,
O convey to this desolate door
A Times, with a faithful report
Of the House I shall visit no more.
My frinds, sure they now and then sind