He thought all safe as brandy,

He rigg’d and trigg’d, and rid away

Upon John Hinks’s Sandy:

To Haggerston he did pretend,

Some sweetheart there confin’d him;

But he took up, at our town-end,

His cloak-bag on behind him.

Like as the bird that gay would be,

As fable hath reported,

From each fine bird most cunningly