Who never were rebellious to the lawes,
Your greatest crime was harmless honest mirth,
What fell malignant spirit was there found
To cast your tall Pyramids to ground?
The same poet[791] deplores the gone-for-ever time when—
All the parish did in one combine
To mount the rod of peace, and none withstood
When no capritious constables disturb them,
Nor Justice of the peace did seek to curb them,
Nor peevish puritan in rayling sort,