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'Tis high time for a "Sic me servavit Apollo."

And yet we shall have the whole crew on our kibes,

Blues, dandies, and dowagers, and second-hand scribes,

All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles

With a glass of Madeira at Lady Bluebottle's. [Exit.

ECLOGUE THE SECOND.

An Apartment in the House of .—

A Table prepared.

solus.

Was there ever a man who was married so sorry?

Like a fool, I must needs do the thing in a hurry.

My life is reversed, and my quiet destroyed;

My days, which once passed in so gentle a void,

Must now, every hour of the twelve, be employed;

The twelve, do I say?—of the whole twenty-four,

Is there one which I dare call my own any more?

What with driving and visiting, dancing and dining,

What with learning, and teaching, and scribbling, and shining,