Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or… (1801)
“ I pleasur'd my doxies with fifty rare things, for which I am got into Limbo. But as I lay sleeping one day in the straw, bewailing my woful condition, Being ready with hunger my fingers to gnaw, I sigh'd and brought forth this expression: If I could but get the young whores to my hand, To argue the case very long I'd not stand, But grind the young bitches as small as the sand, I'd teach them to leave me in Limbo. ”
