George Gordon Byron - To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813

Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town, <br />Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown, <br />For hang me if I know of which you may most brag, <br />Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two­penny Post Bag; <br /> <br />But now to my letter-to yours 'tis an answer-- <br />To-morrow be with me, as soon as you can, sir, <br />All ready and dress'd for proceeding to spunge on <br />(According to compact) the wit in the dungeon-- <br />Pray Phobus at length our political ma­lice <br />May not get us lodgings within the same palace! <br />I suppose that to-night you're engaged with some codgers, <br />And for Sotheby's Blues have deserted Sam Rogers; <br />And I, though with cold I have nearly my death got, <br />Must put on my breeches, and wait on the Heathcote; <br />But to-morrow, at four, we will both play the Scurra, <br />And you'll be Catullus, the Regent Mamurra.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-thomas-moore-written-the-evening-before-his-visit-to-mr-leigh-hunt-in-horsemonger-lane-gaol-may-19-1813/