text:  Why should I sing what bards the nightly Muse Did slumb'ring visit and convey to stews; Who prouder march'd with magistrates in state To some fam'd round-house ever-open gate! How Henley lay inspir'd beside a sink And to mere mortals seem'd a priest in drink: While others timely to the neighb'ring Fleet (Haunt of the Muses) made their safe retreat