DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER. WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way, Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane ; face: The morn was cold, he views with keen desire With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd, And five crack'd tea-cups dress'd the chimneyboard; A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was desir'd by two witty peers, Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; Howe'er, from this time, I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on asses." AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. Good people all, of ev'ry sort, Give ear unto my song; In Islington there was a man, A kind and gentle heart he had, |