Classic Poem

When provision fell short, and I hinted at fish,
I was told Mr. ****** was proud of his wine;
That he never would see his own carp in a dish,
But prohibited nets, or the hook and the line.

That he hated a gun as he hated the Devil,
That his leverets were tame, and his partridges hopping;
That on fresh butcher's-meat he could happily revel,
And in all that he ate had a relish for shopping.

When I found my new Tooth would not come in a letter,
And that ********* chose to be King of his Court;
I examin'd my health, and I found myself better,
So I took the last pint of the M — — n Port .

But the best of the fun was that Mother and Fanny ,
When I hop'd their compassion would soften my pain;
Swore, that as to my tortures, I never had any ,
And advis'd me no more of such whims to complain.

So I wept like a fool, and then mounted my horse,
Not so rich as at Swansea , for there I 'd my Tooth;
At my squibs on the Doctor I felt no remorse,
But would fain have recover'd the days of my youth.