Two tickets I’d drearily drawn,
They prated of pledges impounded
In pitiless pawn.
They seemed with a cynical sorrow,
To sing the same sedulous strain:
“Pay up, and redeem us to-morrow,
Your watch and your chain!
We know you of old, sworn tormentor!
You thriver on thriftless and thief!
Spout-spider!—on spoiling intent, or