And wanton Lice through all their ringlets ramble.
Not that these Gamesome Merriments we find,
As in some Countries, to the Poor confin’d;
Here does their influence undisputed Reign,
From Courtly Nobles, to the humble Swain.
But to resume, poor John, as it was late,
Sadly submitted to his wretched fate;
Rejected Food, on Canteens stretch’d he lay,
And sullen watch’d for the returning Day.