For both she felt—and would not be denied.
Grace she pronounced before and after meat,
And bless’d her God that she could talk and eat; 320
Then with new glee she sang her patron’s praise——
“He had no paltry arts, no pimping ways;
She had the roast and boil’d of every day,
That sent the poor with grateful hearts away;
And she was grateful——Come, my darling, think
Of them you love the best, and let us drink.”
And now she drank the healths of those above,