With arsenic her I did destroy,
How could I be so vicious!
But of my young master I was jealous,
And so was my old Missus.

X.

He is led away by bad passions.

I thought Sarey Leigh warn’t true to me,
So all pity then despising,
Sure I was tempted by the Devil
To give to her some p’ison.

XI.

His bosom is torn by conflicting resolutions; but he is at last decided.

Long—long I brooded on the deed,
’Til one morning of a sudden,
I did determine for to put
It in a beef-steak puddin.