And naughty plays at night.
And “Oho, Mr. Dean!” he shouted, “I ween,
My own good trade goes right.”
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
And the devil did grin, for his darling sin,
Is pride that apes humility,
Down the river did glide, with wind and tide,
A pig with vast celerity;
And the Devil grinned, for he saw all the while