The Stage he mounted brisk and gay,
and eke the Farmer straight likewise;
To whom the Huffing Spark did say,
of you I'll make a Sacrifice;
This work in short I will compleat,
you should have brought a Winding Sheet.
No more of that, but let's fall to,
I hope to make my Party good;
And e'er this World I bid adieux,
who knows but I may let you blood;