His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, “THAT ’S HIM! That ’s the scamp that has done this scandalous thing! … - Richard Harris Barham

And the priests, with awe,
As such freaks they saw,
Said, “The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!”

He smiled and said, 'Sir, does your mother know that you are out?'

The Cardinal rose with a dignified look,
He call’d for his candle, his bell, and his book:
In holy anger, and pious grief,
He solemnly curs’d that rascally thief!
He curs’d him at board, he curs’d him in bed,
From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head!
He curs’d him in sleeping, that every night
He should dream of the devil, and wake in a fright;
He curs’d him in eating, he curs’d him in drinking,
He curs’d him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking;
He curs’d him in sitting, in standing, in lying;
He curs’d him in walking, in riding, in flying;
He curs’d him in living, he curs’d him in dying!
Never was heard such a terrible curse!
But what gave rise
To no little surprise,
Nobody seem’d one penny the worse!