Aught else—and hardly that—than ope the gate:
No plan more suitable could Jove contrive—
Nor any member of the starry hive—
Than that good George to Rollingate should come
And help poor Andrew, and make this his home:
Thus, then arrang’d; time now flew very fast,
And George’s grievous hours were flown at last:
His sundry goods were ready for the van,
And he was now become an alter’d man.
The sun brought joy that usher’d in the day,