And would have got into a shop—
But, ah! the door was shut!
When lo! th’ advanc’d procession greets
The hapless beau with all the sweets
Collected in the rut!
He swore, and call’d the drayman wight
Untaught, unlearn’d, and unpolite,
And said he’d thrash the blade;
But he did not—good reason why;
Alas, no Hercules was nigh,