Required some castor oil, so rancid.
And though the drug seem somewhat baleful
Give each a dose of half a pailful;
Then thank them not to make wry faces,
For mild cathartics suit their cases.
Dash at them nitrate, hight argentum,
And tell them, though it does torment ’em
That papists say that purgatory
Is but a passport into glory.
Thus monsieur Satan was quite merry,[124]