"Come, , thy wealthy kinsman view,"
Old Roger said; — "thy words are brave and true;
" Come, live with me: we'll vex those scoundrel-boys,
"And that prim shrew shall, envying, hear our joys. —
" Tobacco's glorious fume all day we'll share,
"With beef and brandy kill all kinds of care;
" We'll beer and biscuit on our table heap,
"And rail at rascals, till we fall asleep."