Poor Hall, renown'd for comely hair, <br />Whose hands, perhaps, were not so fair, <br />Yet had a Jezebel as near; <br />Hall, of small scripture conversation, <br />Yet, howe'er Hungerford's quotation, <br />By some strange accident had got <br />The story of this garden-plot;—Wisely <br />foresaw he might have reason <br />To dread a modern bill of treason, <br />If Jezebel should please to want <br />His small addition to her grant: <br />Therefore resolved, in humble sort, <br />To begin first, and make his court; <br />And, seeing nothing else would do, <br />Gave a third part, to save the other two.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sid-hamet-s-rod/
