Short was the dream of bliss; he quickly found
His father’s acres all were Swallow’s ground.
Yet to those arts would other heroes lend
A willing ear, and Swallow was their friend;
Ever successful, some began to think
That Satan help’d him to his pen and ink;
And shrewd suspicions ran about the place,
“There was a compact” - I must leave the case.
But of the parties, had the fiend been one,
The business could not have been speedier done: