Tho’ tunefully still he bewail’d his sad fate;
For listning no longer enjoyment afforded;
The evening was chilly, the hour it was late.
Ah, thought I, as quick homeward I now was repairing,
’Tis just with all wrong-heads, presumptious and daring,
In their projects, the end with the means never squaring,
Still baffled, they issue the tokens of woe.
[36] A caution against the tokens, signed by 118 persons, was published 26th November, 1811.