I actually copied this off of a website*, but they had it at Summer with Shakespeare as well. I just looked it up to remember it properly.
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists^ and loudest boasts,
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.
^I actually thought this said ‘fists’ but apparently I misheard.