His BULL, this base brigand kept bound by the nose,
In a creek, on the confines of Coquet, that those
Cows which came across (thus decoy’d) to his corn,
The coin of their owners by craft to suborn.
He marry’d a maid with much money, as stated,
Both handsome, and harmless, yet heartily hated;
Hence hootings, and hissings, and banters beset her,
Because he his handmaid had long lov’d far better.
One sunday at dinner he saw of a sudden,
A human head hair peeping out of the pudding: