And gave her, full nine times, complete vexation.
To seek the Duke of Limbs, at length, he rose,
And prowl’d with him, lamenting Fortune’s stripes;
Now in the rookery among the crows,
Now squashing in the marsh, among the snipes:
Wishing strange wishes;—among many,
He wish’d—ere he had clapp’d his eyes on any.
All Priests, and Crabsticks, thrown into the fire;—
Or, seeing Providence ordain’d it so,
That Priest, and Crabstick, (to his grief) must grow,