Each afraid of her separate life;
Three girls who trembled—four boys who shook
Five times a day at his lowering look,
Six blunderbuses in goodly show,
Seven horse-pistols were ranged below,
Eight domestics, great and small,
In idlesse did nothing but curse them all;
Nine state beds, where no one slept—
Ten for family use were kept;
Dogs eleven with bums to make free,