It came to bid my heart cease aching, "All I desire is something taking."

"Why!" I exclaimed, "it strikes my mind, That something taking I can find:

My friend, Tom Takeall, (closed his raking),
Shewed me some sketches of his Taking,

Sketches that must attention call,
Of taking Nothing-Little-All;
Of taking Pleasure-Physic-Time-

Be these the subjects of my rhyme.

I'll print them, and Tom's wanderings too, And these, I'm confident will do,

For these, if into verse I throw 'em,

Will doubtless make a Taking Poem.

TAKING S.

CANTO I.

B