Allegory

 I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure 
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt 
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; 
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
 
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment, 
With yellow body and the wheels of red, 
Because it was only used for one employment, 
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
 
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight: 
A son called Frolic, who was never still: 
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright! 
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill, 
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite, 
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.

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