A bullying captain and a fair one ride,
Foolish as fair, and in whose lap a boy—
Our plague eternal, but her only joy.
At last, the glorious number to complete,
Steps in my landlord for that bodkin seat;
When soon, by every hillock, rut, and stone,
In each other's faces by turns we're thrown.
This grandam scolds, that coughs, the captain swears,
The fair one screams, and has a thousand fears;
While our plump landlord, trained in other lore,