He is author of Two to One, a comedy; Turk and no Turk, a comedy; and Inkle and Yarico, an opera. In these pieces there are many excellent passages, particularly a song in the latter, which would have immortalized him, if it had not ben found to be stolen.
In London what gay chop-house signs in the street!
But the only sign here is of nothing to et.
Heigho! that I for hunger should die!
But, grave without meat, I must here meet my grave;
For my bacon I fancy I never shall save.