Has the vaguest resemblance to me!
But alas! spite rebuke and report,
And letters, and threats by the score,
I’ve been fixed! And, henceforth, without sport,
I shall hear my name mentioned no more!
My friends in the City, do they
Send a wish or a thought after me?
I trust that they do; for this way
Not a friend but old Birch shall I see!
So the traffic each night sinks to rest;