Or swallow'd a gallon of turtle cold,
Or been poison'd by Morison's Pills.
IX.
I tried to rise, and I scream'd a scream,
The man at the gate came staggering in—
"To be sure I did, for I heard a din;
And your worship gave such a terrible snore,
While you laid on your back on the Guildhall floor,
That it woke you up from your dream!"
