THE DEBTOR.
“Ah! little know’st thou who ne’er has tri’d,
“What pain it is in prison long to ’bide;
“To lose whole days, that might be better spent,
“To pine whole nights in anxious discontent;
“To speed to day, to be put back to-morrow;
“To flush with Hope, to pine with care and sorrow.”
Transposed from Cowley.
Two long, long years are gone and past,