And oh! when I reflect upon
The blood that I have spilt,
Just like a button is my soul,
Inscrib’d with double guilt!
XX.
Then turning round his head again,
He saw before his eyes,
A great judge, and a little judge,
The judges of a-size!
XXI.
The great judge took his judgment cap,
And put it on his head,
And sentenc’d Tim by law to hang,
Till he was three times dead.
XXII.
So he was tried, and he was hung
(Fit punishment for such)
On Horsham-drop, and none can say
It was a drop too much.
THE MONKEY-MARTYR.
A FABLE.
“God help thee, said I, but I’ll let thee out, cost what it will: so I turned about the cage to get to the door.”—Sterne.