Are fled with my friends; I'm the wretchedest wight
That from devil ennui, e'er look'd blue!
O horrible! horrible world! there's not e'en
An old maid in't, to ask me to tea;
Not fit, or in country or town, to be seen,
They have hurried off, blindly to see!
Parks, houses, clubs, shops, churches, squares, deserts seem;
Quite flat, Magazines and Newspapers;
Ah, what shall I do? make a trial of steam,
In order to banish the vapours?