See snivelling Jerningham at fifty weep O'er love-lorn oxen and deserted sheep; See Cowley frisk it to one ding-dong chime, And weekly cuckold her poor spouse in rhyme; See Thrale's grey widow with a satchel roam, And bring in pomp her labour'd nothings home; See Robinson forget her state, and move On crutches tow'rds the grave, to "Light o' Love;" I scarce can rule my spleen—