Could have disturb’d a trusting bride’s romance.
II.
At first, they lodged me there with such a loon!
“Our clown!” so said the boys; and clown he was;
Would tease all day, and tumble round all night;
And, every morning, sure as came the sun,
Would start and rout me out, with strap in hand,
Plied like a coach-whip round my dancing shape,
Well put to blush until I dodged away.