So up the starv’d Jew got again,
And took thro’ the bed-curtains a peep;
The Parson was on his gray mare,
Smouch saw his a—e nod, wag, and waddle,
“Master Parson,” said he, “have a care,
“Or, by G-d, you’ll be thrown off the “saddle.”
While the Parson did Scripture fulfil,
For his text was increase, multiply,
The Poet lay silent and still,
Full of vigour, and ready to fly;