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WITH shoulders broad the miller you might see;
In Adam’s birth-attire against the tree,
Await the coming of the aged band,
Who soon appeared, with tapers in the hand,
In solemn guise, and whips and scourges dire:
The virgin troop (as convent laws require)
In full procession moved around the Wight;
Without allowing time to catch his sight,
Or giving notice what they meant to do:
How now! cried he:–why won’t you take a view?
Deceived you are; regard me well I pray;
I’m not the silly fool you had to-day,
Who woman hates, and scruples seeks to raise:
Employ but me, and soon I’ll gain your praise;
I’ll wonders execute; my strength appears;
And; if I fail, at once cut off my ears.
At certain pleasant play I’m clever found;
But as to whips–I never was renowned.

WHAT means the fellow? cried a toothless nun;
What would he tell us? Hast thou nothing done?
How!–Art thou not our brat-begetter?–speak;
So much the worse:–on thee our rage we’ll wreak,
For him that’s gone we’ll make thee suffer now;
Once arms in hand, we never will allow
Such characters full punishment to miss;
The play that we desire is THIS and THIS;
Then whips and scourges round him ‘gan to move,
And not a little troublesome to prove
The miller, writhing with the poignant smart,
Cried loudly:–I’ll exert my utmost art,
Good ladies, to perform what is your due;
The more he bawled, the faster lashes flew.
This work so well the aged troop achieved,
He long remembered what his skin received.

WHILE thus the master chastisement had got;
His mule was feeding on the verdant spot.
But what became of this or that, at last,
I’ve never heard, and care not how it past.
‘Tis quite enough to save the young gallant,
And more particulars we do not want.

My readers, for a time, could they obtain
A dozen nuns like these, where beauties reign,
Would doubtless not be seen without their dress!
We do not always ev’ry wish express.