The while the dog was barking at her heel,
With well-aimed kick erst stretched him on the plain;
Wherefore at her mishap in spiteful spleen
He now with cachinnations fills the air.
Ah! would that I could end my tale aright,
And give to something some good attribute.
But no:—for in this wicked worthless world
Seldom we see a soul untouched by taint:—
Let me then hurry o’er the final scene,
The shameful shift to make emolument