" These companions treat her with great contempt and cruelty; the Carle abuses her: "With all the evil terms and cruel mean That he could make; and eke that angry fool, Which followed her with cursed hands uncleane Whipping her horse, did with his smarting-tool Oft whip her dainty self, and much augment her dool.

You 'eard concernin' the dool?" "You don't mean to say" "Yesseh!" "Agricola and Sylvestre?" "W'at de dev'!

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

More properly spelled "dool."