Thus made suspicious, he observed and saw
His friend each night at early hour withdraw;
He sometimes mention’d Juliet’s tender nerves,
And what attention such a wife deserves:
“In this,” thought Clubb, “full sure some mystery lies -
He laughs at me, yet he with much complies,
And all his vaunts of bliss are proud apologies.”
With such ideas treasured in his breast,
He grew composed, and let his anger rest;
Till Counter once (when wine so long went round,