Thank Ye, great Gods, the Woman says:
Oh! may your Altars ever blaze.
A Ladle for our Silver Dish
Is what I want, is what I Wish. —
A Ladle! cries the Man, a Ladle!
'Odzooks, , You have pray'd ill:
What should be Great, You turn to Farce:
I Wish the Ladle in your A—.