My steed, and leap'd th' enclosure.
I ogled Jane, who heard me say
That "Rome was not built in a day,"
When lo: Sir Fleet O'Grady
Put this, my saw, to sea again,
And proved, by running off with Jane,
"Faint heart ne'er won fair Lady."
Aware "New Brooms sweep clean," I took
An untaught tyro for a cook,
(The tale I tell a fact is)