I swear again, to prove most true,
And every vow fulfil,
Till fashion's idlers quit Hyde Park,
And lounge on Tower Hill.
LIKELIHOODS.
Is it likely—that the young Prince can lead any other than the life of a soldier, since he is already in arms?
Is it likely—that you can ride in an omnibus, without catching one pane, through the absence of another?
Is it likely—that you can ever get the work you particularly want at a Subscription Library?
Is it likely—that you can be riding within half a mile of the theatres, in the evening, without having twenty playbills thrust in at your coach-windows?
Is it likely—when attending a meeting of creditors, where time is asked for, that you will ever hear of less than the probability of thirty shillings in the pound?