Hisplan to execute, the husband went,
          And ev’ry passenger was thither sent,
          Where Damon entertained, with sumptuous fare;
          And, at the end, proposed the magick snare: 
          Said he, my wife played truant to my bed;
          Wish you to know if your’s be e’er misled? 
          ’Tis right how things go on at home to trace,
          And if upon the cup your lips you place,
          In case your wife be chaste, there’ll naught go wrong;
          But, if to Vulcan’s troop you should belong,
          And prove an antlered brother, you will spill
          The liquor ev’ry way, in spite of skill.

          Toall the men, that Damon could collect,
          The cup he offered, and they tried th’ effect;
          But few escaped, at which they laughed or cried,
          As feelings led, or cuckoldom they spied,
          Whose surly countenance the wags believed,
          In many houses near, might be perceived.

          AlreadyDamon had sufficient found,
          To form a regiment and march around;
          At times they threatened governors to hang,
          Unless they would surrender to their gang;
          But few they wanted to complete the force,
          And soon a royal army made of course. 
          From day to day their numbers would augment,
          Without the beat of drum, to great extent;
          Their rank was always fixed by length of horn: 
          Foot soldiers those, whose branches short were borne;
          Dragoons, lieutenants, captains, some became,
          And even colonels, those of greater fame. 
          The portion spilled by each from out the vase
          Was taken for the length, and fixed the place. 
          A wight, who in an instant spilled the whole,
          Was made a gen’ral:  not commander sole,
          For many followed of the same degree,
          And ’twas determined they should equals be.

          Therank and file now nearly found complete,
          And full enough an enemy to beat,
          Young Reynold, nephew of famed Charlemain,
          By chance came by:  the spark they tried to gain,
          And, after treating him with sumptuous cheer,
          At length the magick cup mas made appear;
          But no way Reynold could be led to drink: 
          My wife, cried he, I truly faithful think,
          And that’s enough; the cup can nothing more;
          Should I, who sleep with two eyes, sleep with four? 
          I feel at ease, thank heav’n, and have no dread,
          Then why to seek new cares should I be led? 
          Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
          The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
          I’m sometimes awkward, and in case the cup