Soon he wriggl’d the Jew from his place,
And bare-bum’d on the floor laid him raving.
“By the coming Messiah,” said Smouch,
“What is all this disturbance about?
“As I was asleep in my couch,
“For what reason I was now kick’d out?
“Master Parson, pray how cou’d you rob
“A poor pedlar of rest and repose?
“You knew there won’t room for the job,
“Yet must do it plump under my nose.”