With which the peer expressed himself content.

Unlucky he whoe'er his lord offends!

To golden ore, howe'er, the proud man bends:

'TWAS vain that Gregory a pardon prayed;

For trivial faults the peasant dearly paid;

His throat enflamed—his tender back well beat—

His money gone—and all to make complete,

Without the least deduction for the pain,

The blows and garlick gave the trembling swain.

THE MULETEER