As snug in his bed Lord H-nl-y lay,
Revolving much his own renown,
And hoping to add thereto a ray,
By putting duets and anthems down,
Sudden a strain of choral sounds
Mellifluous o’er his senses stole;
Whereat the reformer mutter’d, ‘Zounds!’
For he loath’d sweet music with all his soul.
Then, starting up, he saw a sight
That well might shock so learned a snorer,—