Of all things, that I know, the worst
Is waiting at a great man's door;
And wise is he, deny'd at first,
Who ne'er attempts admittance more.

When your assistance forc'd to sue,
You bid me call from day to day,
But promise that at last you'll do
What will compensate the delay.

Resolv'd to trifle now no more,
You give me a denial plain,
Unsay whate'er you said before,
And tell I need not call again.

Why then of disappointments past
Should I ungratefully complain?
I rather thank you, that at last
You deign'd to set me free from pain.