George Colman

Who has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen "Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face: Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known,

TOM, DICK, and WILL, were little known to Fame;-- No matter;-- But to the Ale-house, oftentimes, they came,

Centrick, in London noise, and London follies, Proud Covent Garden blooms, in smoky glory; For chairmen, coffee-rooms, piazzas, dollies,

In our Fifth Harry's reign, when 'twas the fashion To thump the French, poor creatures! to excess;-- Tho' Britons, now a days, shew more compassion,

1 Such star-like lustre lights her Eyes, They must have darted from a Sphere,

Reader! if you have Genius, you'll discover, Do what you will to keep it cool, It, now and then, in spite of you, boils over,

A man, in many a country town, we know, Professes openly with death to wrestle; Ent'ring the field against the grimly foe,

On a wild Moor, all brown and bleak, Where broods the heath-frequenting grouse, There stood a tenement antique;