Him twice a week I here expect,
To rattle Moody[1] for neglect;
An idle rogue, who spends his quartridge
In tippling at the Dog and Partridge;
And I can hardly get him down
Three times a week to brush my gown.
RICHMOND LODGE.
I pity you, dear Marble Hill;
But hope to see you flourish still.
All happiness — and so adieu.
MARBLE HILL.
Kind Richmond Lodge, the same to you.
DESIRE AND POSSESSION. 1727.
'TIS strange, what different thoughts inspire
In men, Possession, and Desire!
Think what they wish so great a blessing;
So disappointed when possessing!
A moralist profoundly sage
(I know not in what book or page,
Or whether o'er a pot of ale)
Related thus the following tale.
Possession, and Desire his brother,
But still at variance with each other,
Were seen contending in a race;
And kept at first an equal pace:
- ↑ The gardener.
'Tis
