He was a clerk on public duty,
And she a most conceited beauty:
When, as he enter'd, her sharp tongue
Began in tones both harsh and strong,—
"Pray, Free-born, do you think it breeding,
That he should thus be always reading?
When he does from his office come
'Tis thus he sits hum-drum at home,
As if he thought so low my wit
I'm not for conversation fit;