For there do Crabsticks grow.
“He shall not tarry long;—for why?
When Twelve have striking done,
Then, by the God of Gardens![7] I
Will cudgel him till One.”
The Lady wrote just what Sir Thomas told her;
For, it is no less strange than true,
That Wives did, once, what Husbands bid them do;—
Lord! how this World improves, as we grow older!
She name’d the midnight hour;—