For fear of Melancholy:
And Ruth in Bed could in her turn,
Tho' modest of Behaviour;
With all her Heart a Bob have born,
Had she not fear'd a Feaver.
Thus Jovially the time they spend,
In Merriment and Quaffing;
Whilst each one does the Brat commend,
As Ben did still keep Laughing:
And now to tell is my Intent,