Had frolicked many a year; a simple Clerk
By hopes of coming patronage beguiled
And vexed, until the weary heart grew sick.
And so, abandoning each higher aim
And all his shewy Friends, at length he turned
Had frolicked many a year; a simple Clerk
Beguiled by hopes of coming patronage
Till the heart sicken'd so each loftier aim
Abandoning, and all his showy Friends
He turned to this sequester'd Chapelry;