The Cuckold Departs for the Hunt
Cruikshank

The following poem appeared in the Norfolk Chronicle in 1784.

A citizen of you know where,
Discoursing with his dearest dear,
As o’er the silver stream they rode
Close cheek by jowl together stow’d,
Of fiddle-fiddle gan to chatter,
He wish’d each cuckold in the water;
Surpriz’d she turned and look’d at him:
‘My dear,’ says she, ‘pray can you swim?’

Enough said!