With gay guitar, and whiskey from Leith,
Will he be crowned with the Laureate wreath?

(_The Nymph Pantalettina is heard singing_.)

Come where my ASHBY lies dreaming,
Dreaming for hours after lunch.
Softly! for he is scheming
Poems for _Mister Punch_!
Graceful is his position--
Hark! how he sweeps the strings,
While of his Eighth Edition
The Warbler STERRY sings:--

(_The Bard chirpeth his roundelay_.)

"On 'Spring's Delights' in 'Hambledon Lock'
'My Country Cousin' may hap--
With her I'll go
'In Rotten Row,'
Stop on an 'oss
'At Charing-Cross,'
For a 'Tam O'Shanter Cap.'

No gout? Oh no! But I'm 'Taken in Tow,'
And suffering from dejection,
'Spring Cleaning' I'll use for a pair of old shoes
(Queer rhyme upon reflection),
'Sound without Sense,' I've no pretence,
To write Shakspearian Sonnets.