Of the mastiff without, and the kittens within.
And the Baron has woke in a hell of a fright,
And is close to the tinder-box striking a light;
But in striking the flint with too numerous blows,
He has missed the tinder, and struck his nose.
* * * * *
The proud-hearted Baron, o’ercome by the pain,
Jump’d out of his bed, but finding it vain,
Altered his mind and jump’d in again:
And there he dreamt of the father of evil,