We read of in the Almanack.
Blows rattle’d on him thick as hail;
Making him rue the day that he was born;—
Sir Thomas plied his cudgel like a flail,
And thrash’d as if he had been thrashing corn.
At length, a thump,—(painful the facts, alas!
Truth urges us Historians to relate!)—
Took Friar John so smart athwart the pate,
It acted like a perfect coup de grace.
Whether it was a random shot,