It vext his poor heart every day;
Sometimes with biting and flinging,
And sometimes with running away.
Perhaps it was brought up a Tory,
And knew the poor man for a Whig;
But just to make short of the story,
I’ll tell you one day what it did:
When business came thicker and thicker,
And would not admit of delay,
As fast as the heels on’t could bicker,