The Bankrupt

sual course of rakes I ran,
The dupe of woman and of man.
Careless of fortune's smile or frown,
My desk I left t'enjoy the town,
At folly dash'd in wisdom's spite,
Idled by day, revell'd by night:
But short was the delusive scene,
And I awoke to sorrow keen.
Debt press'd on debt: I could not pay,
And found that credit had its day.
No friend to aid, what should I do?
I made bad worse: to liquor flew:
For when my bill-book I survey'd,
I shrunk, as if I'd seen my shade;
And to drive terror from my mind,
Drank on, and care gave to the wind:
But wine