And roves in regions of delight;
When (sad reverse!) the Watchman’s noise,
Dispels his Visionary Joys:
Then like the Starling in his cage,
He starts, and flutters round in rage:
And all his cry, &c.
And is there then no Hope in Laws?
No generous Friends to urge his cause?
Ah! no:—his Friends have not the time,
And Debt, you know’s the GREATEST CRIME.