I looked on them nine several days,
And then I saw that they were bad;
A friend, too, spoke in their dispraise,—
He never read them;—with amaze
I found Sir William Drummond had.
XVI.
When the book came, the Devil sent
It to P. Verbovale[86], Esquire,
With a brief note of compliment,
By that night's Carlisle mail. It went,