“Pison’d by goles!”

To Mrs. W.’s luck a contradiction,

Her window still stood open to conviction;

And by short course of circumstantial labour,

He fix’d the guilt upon his adverse neighbour.

Lord! how he rail’d at her, declaring how,

He’d bring an action ere next term of Hilary;

Then, in another moment, swore a vow

He’d make her do pill-penance in the pillory!

She, meanwhile distant from the dimmest dream