And, if he chance come when I am abroad,
Sperr the gate fast, for fear of fraud;
Ne for all his worst, nor for his best,
Open the door at his request."
So schooled the Goat her wanton son,
That answer'd his mother, all should be done.
Then went the pensive dam out of door,
And chanc'd to stumble at the threshold floor;
Her stumbling step somewhat her amazed,
(For such, as signs of ill luck, be dispraised;)