Who would suppose thy gifts sometimes obdurate?)
Gave him, to lay the Devil who looks o'er Lincoln,[800]
A fat fen vicarage, and nought to think on.
LXXXIII.
His jokes were sermons, and his sermons jokes;
But both were thrown away amongst the fens;
For Wit hath no great friend in aguish folks.[OD]
No longer ready ears and short-hand pens
Imbibed the gay bon-mot, or happy hoax:[OE]