Now I’ve gone through all the village—ay, from end to end, save and except one more house,
But I haven’t come to that—and I hope I never shall—and that’s the village Poor House!
Thomas Hood.
THE DEVIL AT HOME
THE Devil sits in his easy chair,
Sipping his sulphur tea,
And gazing out, with a pensive air,
O’er the broad bitumen sea;
Lulled into sentimental mood