As fishermen, on shore, haul up a boat;
Till, after a great deal of lugging,
He lugg’d him to the edge of the Knight’s moat;
And stuck him up so straight upon his rear,
Touching, almost, the water, with his heels,
That the defunct might pass, not seen too near,
For some fat gentleman who bobb’d for eels.
Swiftly did Roger, then, retrace his ground,
Lighter than he came out, by many a pound.
So have I seen, on Marlb’rough downs, a hack,