Now Mistress Whang, of nature humble,
Had smil’d to hear her husband grumble,
And would admonish him, ’tis said,
To chase vain phantoms from his head.
She, more incredulous, insisted
His visions ought to be resisted;
Thought they had chang’d his very nature,
And sourly curl’d each homely feature:
She felt full dearly they bestood
Sad substitutes for wholesome food.