I must confess I couldn't stand it.
I positively swore with rage
And stamp'd and scowl'd like any bandit.
I paid my rent on quarter-day;
Pack'd up my luggage in a hurry,
And, quick as lightning, fled away
To other lodgings down in Surrey.
I'm fairly warn'd—and not in vain;
For one resolve that I have made is—
Not to be domiciled again