LXXXIV.

He paused--and so will I; as doth a crew Before they give their broadside. By and by, My gentle countrymen, we will renew Our old acquaintance; and at least I'll try To tell you truths _you_ will not take as true, Because they are so;--a male Mrs. Fry,[558] With a soft besom will I sweep your halls, And brush a web or two from off the walls.