I loved a housemaid, too—Matilda Jane—
A noble-hearted girl, though rather plain.
MUGGINS.
Would that were all my sorrowing heart might tell;
I loved a cook—Jemima Briggs!—as well.
BUGGINS.
Not you alone such double pangs must brook—
I too have known what 'tis to love a cook.
MUGGINS.
You know not yet what pangs my bosom tear—