And submitted to all things, except to delay.
From Norfolk they came up to town in a hurry,
And found themselves soon on the borders of Surry.
[p28] From thence off to Lincoln, and Heaven knows where,
Till they got into Yorkshire, almost in despair:
And well might they feel nearly hopeless, indeed,
When their rambling at last brought them down to the Tweed!
They look’d at each other, in silent dismay,
And the Parrot for once, cou’d not tell what to say!
But, at length, recollecting, they turn’d short about,