And he took a drink, somewhat enthused:
And yet a parson swam round the line,
That e’en the most tempting bait refused.
He tried with his gold and his flashing gems,
Hung fame and fortune upon the line,
Dressing gowns with embroidered hems,
But still the dominie made no sign.
A woman’s garter went on the hook;
“I have him at last,” quoth the devil, brightening;
Then Satan’s sides with laughter shook,—