Sir Jeff'ry, in a tone of pleasure,
Talk'd of Ezekiel as a treasure;
And, far as the good Knight could tell,
He merited the title well:
Nay, it is true, he never fail'd
To meet the humour that prevail'd;
And through the day, from morn till night,
Sir Jeff'ry found that all was right.
But when he slumb'ring sought his bed,
And on the pillow laid his head,