Careless he put his sermons in their place, }
With no more feeling than his sermon-case. }
“Not so those generous girls beyond the brook—
It quite unmann’d me as my leave I took.
“But, my dear Brother! when I take at night, 320
In my own home and in their mother’s sight,
By turns my children, or together see
A pair contending for the vacant knee;
When to Matilda I begin to tell
What in my visit first and last befell—