He jerked his glass of Sherry in her face.

Poor Mistress Davy,

Bobb’d off her bran-new turban in the gravy:

While Mr. Davy at the lower end,

Preparing for a Goose a carver’s labour,

Darted his two-pronged weapon in his neighbour,

As if for once he meant to help a friend.

The nurse-maid telling little “Jack-a-Norey,”

“Bo-peep” and “Blue-cap” at the house’s top,