Here's Lucifer lying blind drunk with Scotch ale,
While Beelzebub's tying huge knots in his tail'—
and so on ad libitum. Again, in the 'Lay of Saint Abelard,' he gives us 'Old Nick' defeated by a saintly personage. It was—
'In good King Dagobert's palmy days,
When saints were many and sins were few,
Old Nick, 'tis said,
Was sore bested
One evening—and could not tell what to do.
He had been east and he had been west,
And far had he journeyed o'er land and sea;