Robert Blair, Grave, a poem, or, A view of life… (1806)
“ Digs thro‘ whole rows of kindred and acquaintance, By far his juniors. ——Scarce a scull's cast up, But well he knows its Owner, and can tell Some passage of his life. ——Thus band in hand The sot has walked with Death twice twenty years, And yet, ne'er Yonker or the green laughs louder, Or clubs a smuttier tale ——When Drunkards meet, None sings a merrier catch, or lends a hand More willing to his cup. ——Poor wretch, he minds not That soon some trusty Brother of the trade Shall do for him what he has done for thousands. ”
