DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR’S BEDCHAMBER
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er the way,
Invites each passing stranger that can pay;
Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons’ black champagne,
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane;
There in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug,
The Muse found Scroggen stretch’d beneath a rug;
A window, patch’d with paper, lent a ray,
That dimly show’d the state in which he lay;
The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread;
The humid wall with paltry pictures spread:
The royal game of goose was there in view,
And the twelve rules the royal martyr drew;
The seasons, fram’d with listing, found a place,
And brave prince William show’d his lamp-black face:
The morn was cold, he views with keen desire
The rusty grate unconscious of a fire;
With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor’d,
And five crack’d teacups dress’d the chimney board;
A nightcap deck’d his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night–a stocking all the day!
(Oliver Goldsmith)
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