Would have stood a good chance of being burned for a wizard.
Education being then never pushed to the verge ye
Now see it, was chiefly confined to the clergy.
’Twas a southerly wind and a cloudy sky,
For aught that I know to the contrary;
If it wasn’t, it ought to have been properly,
As it’s certain Sir Eppo, his feather bed scorning,
Thought that something proclaimed it a fine hunting morning;
So, pronouncing his benison
O’er a cold haunch of venison,