Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Derby Dilly
So down thy hill, romantic Ashburn, glides
The Derby Dilly, carrying three insides.
One in each corner sits, and lolls at ease,
With folded arms, propp’d back, and outstretch’d knees,
While the press’d bodkin, punch’d and squeezed to death,
Sweats in the midmost place, and pants for breath.
Canning.—Loves of the Triangles, last lines.