Was baith their int’rest and their pride.
Will Hasty, in an unco rage,
Revis’d the volume page by page;
But aft was deem’d a stupid ass,
For cens’ring what alone might pass.
Jack Tim’rous gladly would have spoke,
But quiv’ring lips his sentence broke;
So much he fear’d a brother’s scorn,
The whole escap’d his claws untorn.
James Easy calm’d my throbbing heart,