The meagre Wight departs with happier Soul,
Romantick Visions in his Bosom roll:
He fasts in Rapture, as of late in Sorrow;
For who can eat, that's to be rich to-morrow?
But  see, the joyful Day is come;
Now to his Patron. — "But he's not at home.
"Alas! But then to-morrow Morn will do,
"And I'll be early. — Gentlemen, adieu.
Next Day at Six before the Gate appears,
The Wretch divided by his Hopes and Fears.
The haughty Servants meet him with a Frown.
I'd see his Honour. —"But he's not come down;
"Your Servant, Sir — I'll stay then in the Hall:
"But he is sick and can't be spoke withal.
"I'll wait with Patience till another Day,
"And for his Honour and his Health shall pray.
At last the Knight (his Fate had order'd so)
Was seiz'd and boarded by the lurking Foe;
And wisely thinking 'twas in vain to fly,
Smooth'd up his Face and with a leering Eye
Began.  "Oh Mr. What-d'ye-call, Is't you?
"I'm glad to see you: Yet I'm sorry too,
"Sure some ill Stars presided o'er your Fate,
"I cou'd have serv'd you, but you're come too late.