5
I turn'd away, and pleas'd myself,
With John of Badenyon.
I thought I should be wiser next,
And would a Patriot turn,
Began to doat on Johnny Wilker,
And cry up Parson Hora
Their manly courage I admir'd.
Approv'd their noble zeal,
Who had, with flaming tongue and pen,
Maintain'd the public weal.
But e'er a month or two was past,
I found myself betray'd,
'Twas self and party after all,
For all the stir they made,
For when I saw the factious knaves,
Insult the very throne,
I curs'd them all, and turn'd my pipe,
To John of Badenyon.
What to do next I mus'd a while,
Still hoping to succeed,
I pitch'd on books for company,
And gravely try to read;
I bought and borrow'd every-where,
And studied night and day:
Ne'er miss'd what Dean or Doctor wrote,
That happen'd in my way.
