| Citation |
IC.780.004
10 Feb 1780:31,32 (12/598)
[Parody on Pope's Ode to Solitude, signed] T. T.
Happy the man, who free as air,
By nuptial ties no longer bound,
With dearest wife, lays every care,
Low under ground!
. . . [2 verses]
[2nd verse]
Sound sleep by night, --dancing and drink
Together mix'd, sweet recreation!
And making love--which wittliags think
Gives reputation:
[3rd verse]
Thus let me live, thus dance thro' life,
Thus unconnected let me die;
Quit this dear world, without a wife,
To laugh or cry.
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