Taylor, why keep so long away From one who hates a gloomy day? Then let not laziness o'ercome ye, Hasten with stories, wit, and rhyme, To give a fillip to dull time, And drive the d—n'd blue devils from me.
Ah! Taylor, "non sum qualis eram," For to the tomb I fear I near am, But who can hope to live for ever? One foot is in the grave, no doubt, Then come and try to help it out, An ode shall praise thy kind endeavour.
