Broad Grins / Comprising, With New Additional Tales in Verse, Those / Formerly Publish'd Under the Title "My Night-Gown and / Slippers."

by George Colman

An Incubus,[5] whene’er he went to bed,

Sat on his stomach, like a lump of lead,

Making unseemly faces at Sir Thomas.

Plagues such as these might make a Parson swear;

Sir Thomas being but a Layman,

Swore, very roundly, à la militaire,

Or, rather, (from vexation) like a Drayman:

Damning his Walls, out of all line and level;

Sinking his drawbridges and moats;

Wishing that he were cutting throats—