His wife received, the Patriarch re-baptised him,

(He made the Church a present, by the way;)

He then threw off the garments which disguised him,

And borrowed the Count's smallclothes for a day:

His friends the more for his long absence prized him,

Finding he'd wherewithal to make them gay,

With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them,

For stories—but I don't believe the half of them.