It may purge off its vicious juices;
While I should hear you, at each jerk,
Cry, “Lash no more, we’ll work, we’ll work.”
From The Foundling Hospital for Wit, Vol. IV. 1786.
The Happy Life of a Country Parson.
(In Imitation of Dean Swift.)
Parson, these things in thy possessing
Are better than the bishop’s blessing.
A wife that makes conserves; a steed