Choakt with annoy, and ’s admiration,
Rung like a quart-pot to the congregation.
Tom went his progress lately, and lookt o’re
What he ne’re saw in many years before;
But when he saw the old foundation,
With some like hope of preparation,
He burst with grief; and lest he should not have
Due pomp, he’s his own bell-man to the grave:
And that there might of him be still some mention,
He carried to his grave a new invention.