Drew oil and essence from the boiling still;
But not her warmth, nor all her winning ways,
From his cool phlegm could Donald’s spirit raise:
Of beauty heedless, with the merry mute,
To
Mistress Dobson
he preferr’d his suit;
There proved his service, there address’d his vows,
And saw her mistress, - friend, - protectress, - spouse;
A butler now, he thanks his powerful bride,