The victim of sorrow with gloom on his mind,
Sighs for those pleasures he late left behind;
The bottle, the play-house, card-room and ball,
And the fine guilded chariot kept at the hall;
Enjoy’d but at night in dreams mix’d with sorrow,
That leaves the imprudent as hopeless to morrow.
With anguish he views his now alter’d state,
Laments his past folly but finds it too late;
His bottle companions in assistance will fail,
Soon as they hear he is plac’d in a jail:
Fair economy’s rules he brings to his view,
Determines in future her plans to pursue;
The downfal of life, oft the delicate kill,
By a strong dose of adversity’s pill;
Neglected in prison, yields up his life,
And leaves in despair his children and wife;
Oblig’d to return to her father’s once more,
Endeavours again her peace to restore;
Grief so harress’d once a heart blith and gay,
Death soon appear’d and took her quick away.