Which caus’d them fire with coals and stones,
Or ought was fit for smashing bones:
For of the balls he was but sparing,
Unless to give some hearty fairing.
An engineer who plagu’d him sadly,
Whereat he was enraged madly,
By his upbraiding speech and mocks,
As he’d been more than other folks,
Some did believe he had a charm,
As ’gainst a shot he’d wag his arm,