Evil thus done reacts upon the doer,
The carets in thy conduct, sir, are many;
Recast thy life, and let thy crimes be fewer,
Or all thy crates of good won’t fetch a penny!
3
The missing words all spelt with the same
seven letters, are tho’ near, a hornet, or neath, nor
hate, or then a, near hot, than o’er, ten hoar, the
roan, and eat horn.
4
’Neath bluest Indian seas fierce battles spread
’Twixt subtle hermit-crabs and other shellfish!
With horrid bustle when their foes are dead
These crabs declare their shells sublet, so selfish.
5
Though seated secure and sedate in his cage,
Our Polly, when teased, will fly into a rage.