"I'm robb'd of this fair jewel, now," thinks he;
"How cruel is this tender spouse to me!"
Awhile he scratched his head, then heaved a sigh,
Then eyed the hall again, and wip'd his eye.
Sir William freely did forgive his wife;
They liv'd together till the end of life.
My honest story I must now conclude,
Which may by some be as a fiction view'd;
But, sirs, the boots in which sir William went,
Are kept in memory of that event;