But John whose skull with brains is cramn’d,
Their schemes did soon unriddle,
“And if I have, may I be damn’d,
(Quoth he) your Cat and Fiddle!
“What! think you me to tax and gull,
“For building this here house!
“Or thinks a Cat to catch John Bull
“Just as she’d catch a mouse?
“Your modesty, upon my soul,
“Much with the ton increases,