His Cell was sacred, and the fair
Well knew, that none could enter there,
Who, (such was Peter’s sage decree,)
To Paradise ne’er bought a key.
It happen’d that this Farmer’s wife
(Call Mistress Twyford—alias Bridget,)
Led her poor spouse a weary life—
Keeping him, in an endless fidget!
Yet ev’ry week she sought the cell
Where Holy Father Peter stay’d,