Charles Shortridge once to St. Peter came.
  "Down!" cried the saint with his face aflame;
  "'Tis writ that every hardy liar
  Shall dwell forever and ever in fire!"
  "That's what I said the night that I died,"
  The sinner, turning away, replied.
  "What! you said that?" cried the saint—"what! what!
  You said 'twas so writ? Then, faith, 'tis not!  I'm a devil at quoting, but I begin
  To fail in my memory. Pray walk in."