To a nasty great log,
To induce her (the brute) to become Mrs. Gog;
That ’twas not the least use for Sir Eppo to try
To chop off his head, or to poke out his eye,
As he’d early in life done a bit of Achilles
(Which, far better than taking an “Old Parr’s life-pill” is,)
Had been dipped in the Styx, or some equally old stream,
And might now face unharmed a battalion of Coldstream.
But she’d thought of a scheme
Which did certainly seem