LONG METER.

All human joys are swift of wing

For heaven doth so allot it

That when you get an easy thing

You find you have n't got it.

Man never yet has loved a maid,

But they were sure to part, sir;

Nor never lacked a paltry spade

But that he drew a heart, sir!

Go, Chauncey! it is plain as day

You much prefer a dinner

To walking straight in wisdom's way —

Go to, thou babbling sinner.

The froward part that you have played

To me this lesson teaches:

To trust no man whose stock in trade

Is after-dinner speeches.