And feign'd to take a Journey,
Saying softly, Madam, —— burn ye
But stopping by the Way
He saw the Priest full gay,
Running fast to his House,
To tickle his Spouse:
'Tis d——n'd vile, thinks the Dyer,
But away went the Frier.
I'll be with you anon,
Says the Dyer, —— go on,