Tho' unassur'd, yet not in deep Despair,
I trust this Infant to its Patron's Care:
Ah let your Roofs the simple Vagrants shield,
I ask no more than Charity may yield,
Some little Corner in the friendly Dome,
(Lest the loose Varlet be induc'd to roam)
Where the cold Storms may hover round in vain,
The chilling Snow or penetrating Rain;
Where the fierce Rat (all dreadful) never climbs,
Nor the sleek Mouse sad Foe to  Rhymes.