Till a lewd son of Adam, a son of a whore,
To get into the room had burst open the door.
V.
Then wicked wit W⸺ and old lolly-pop Q⸺,
This fine feather’d drawing-room hasten’d to view;
Old Q⸺ first got in, but he soon turn’d about,
For the feathers flew round him and tickl’d his snout.
VI.
W⸺ stood undismay’d at old Q⸺’s queer mishap,
And swore, tho’ the devil should stand in the gap,