There were some country wags too—and, alas!

Some exiles from the Town, who had been driven

To gaze, instead of pavement, upon grass,

And rise at nine in lieu of long eleven.

And lo! upon that day it came to pass,

I sate next that o'erwhelming son of Heaven,

The very powerful parson, Peter Pith,[799]The loudest wit I e'er was deafened with.