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On the Portals, I departed.
Lest I should have sorer smarted:
Tho' from Death none may be spared,
I to die was scarce prepared.
On a Hay-cock sleeping soundly,
Th' River rose and took me roundly
Down the Current: People cry'd
Sleeping down the Stream I hy'd:
Where away, quoth they, from Greenland?
No; from Wansforth-brigs in England.
Thence to * Burleigh, tho' 'twas Winter,
No Fire did the Chimney enter,
Buttries without Butlers guarded,
Stately Gates were doubled-warded;
Hoary † Chimnies without Smoak too,
Hungry Kitchens without Cook too.
Hallooing aloud, O empty Wonder!
‡ Echo strait resounded, hunger.
Who inhabits this vast Brick-house?
Echo made Reply, the Titmouse:
Ominous Cell, no Drudge at home, Sir!
Echo answer made, Be gone, Sir.
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