Perhaps he'll tell me I'm a fool,
Or threat to floor me with a stool.
—Last week, he said, 'at our next fête,
(Mind what I say and hold your prate)
Let the desert in splendour shine
With gay plateaus and many a pine.'
VWhen as, to check the cost's encrease,
I hinted what they were a piece,
He ranted, 'if there are not five,
Thou slave, I'll cut you up alive.