Bespeak thine utter desolation;
Thy purse would lank and void be found—
Yes, all proclaims the long vacation.
Thy voice in court is always mute;
For known to all thy friends the fact is,
That, to thy melancholy flute,
Thou dost confine thy chamber practice.
They think thy clerk must sure enjoy
A sinecure—they much mistake;
They little know the wretched boy