Could not be cut down ’till indecently lin’d,
This made Neddy’s P⸺o, accustom’d to sprout,
Shrink into his belly, and turn up his snout.
III.
The time this damn’d jalap in Ned’s belly lurk’d,
No post-horse like Neddy was ever so work’d,
Three nights and three days he lay squirting in bed,
And neither could hold up his tail nor his head:
The storm, at length, ceasing, purg’d Ned ’gan to think
On some revenge sweet for this damnable stink,