This savoured of this world; but his hand shook:

He shut his door, and after having read

A paragraph, I think about Horne Tooke,

Undressed, and rather slowly went to bed.

There, couched all snugly on his pillow's nook,

With what he had seen his phantasy he fed;

And though it was no opiate, slumber crept

Upon him by degrees, and so he slept.