He surely served his country well
Who freed us from the dustman's bell.
When basking in the morning beams,
I revell'd in Elysian dreams,
'Mong flowers, by Helicon's sweet bubble,
Inventing rhymes with little trouble;
What did so soon the charm dispel,
As that detested dustman's bell!
Or, thinking all the night away,
On debts ungather'd, bills to pay;