Works

Our Architect here one Sillito by Name has cured our House of Smoke and now it is really quite in Perfection I think; new furnished & new drest so: all the People are coming to see it all day long—Yet my Master feels tired & wishes for a Town I perceive and some common Chat We tell him he’s in Love With Miss Rochfort for Fun—& I made this Nonsense to Day to divert him.

Rondeau verses

But for this silly Toe—poor Piozzi cries,
I’d not stay here to sell my Corn and Hay à;
I think indeed it would be far more wise
To go to Bath and sing with Dorotèa,
        But for this silly Toe:
Nay quoth his Wife, all that is but a Joke;
We could not stay in our own House for smoke,
    Enough to smother all the Folk
        But for this Sillito

Footnotes

1. Rondo: An 18th century musical form.↩︎