"Such the Amusement of this merry Jail, Which you'll not reach, if Friends or Money fail: For e'er its three-fold Gates it will unfold, The destin'd Captive must produce some Gold: Four Guineas, at the least, for diff'rent Fees, Compleats your _Habeas_, and commands the keys; Which done, and safely in, no more you're led, If you have Cash, you'll find a Friend and Bed; But, that deficient, you'll but Ill betide, Lie in the Hall,[122] perhaps, or Common Side.[123] "But now around you gazing _Jiggers_[124] swarm, To draw your Picture, that's their usual Term; Your Form and Features strictly they survey, Then leave you, (if you can) to run away. "To them succeeds the Chamberlain, to see} If you and he are likely to agree;} Whether you'll tip,[125] or pay your Master's Fee.[126]} Ask him how much? 'Tis one Pound six and eight; And, if you want, he'll not the Twopence bate: When paid, he puts on an important Face, And shews _Mount Scoundrel_[127] for a charming Place: You stand astonish'd at the darken'd Hole, Sighing, the Lord have Mercy on my Soul! And ask, have you no other Rooms, Sir, pray? Perhaps enquire what Rent too, you're to pay: Entreating that he wou'd a better seek; The Rent (cries gruffly's)--Half a Crown a Week. The Rooms have all a Price, some good, some bad; But pleasant ones at present can't be had: This Room, in my Opinion's not amiss; } Then cross his venal Palm with half a Piece[128] } He strait accosts you with another Face. } "Sir you're a Gentleman;--I like you well, But who are such at first, we cannot tell; Tho' your Behaviour speaks you what I thought, And therefore I'll oblige you as I ought: "How your Affairs may stand, I do not know, But here, Sir, Cash does frequently run low. I'll serve you,--don't be lavish,--only mum! Take my Advice, I'll help you to a Chum![129] A Gentleman, Sir,--see, and hear him speak, With him you'll pay but fifteen Pence a Week;[130] Yet his Apartment's on the Upper Floor,[131] Well furnish'd, clean and nice; who'd wish for more? A Gentleman of Wit and Judgment too! Who knows the Place;[132] what's what, and who is who; My Praise, alas! can't equal his Deserts; In brief,--you'll find him, Sir, a Man of Parts. "Thus, while his fav'rite Friend he recommends, He compasses at once their several Ends; The new come Guest is pleas'd, that he should meet So kind a Chamberlain, a Chum so neat: But, as conversing thus, they nearer come, Behold before his Door, the destin'd Chum.