About the dismal change of Things,
There was no sooth in Fauner;
In the blest Reigns of former Kings,
When I was a Man of Honour.
I kept a Castle of my own,
With Land five Thousand Acres;
When old King Harry grac'd the Throne,
Before the Time of Quakers:
My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,
I lackt no Ring nor Runner;