OF A "PREDESTINED" HUSBANDColony! fain to display thy games on length of thy town-bridge!There, too, ready to dance, though fearing the shaking of crazyLogs of the Bridgelet propt on pier-piles newly renewèd,Lest supine all sink deep-merged in the marish's hollow,So may the bridge hold good when builded after thy pleasureWhere Salisúbulus' rites with solemn function are sacred,As thou (Colony!) grant me boon of mightiest laughter.Certain a townsman mine I'd lief see thrown from thy gangwayHurlèd head over heels precipitous whelmed in the quagmire,