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See in our group, a pale, lank Falstaff stare!}
Much needs he stuffing:—while young Ammon there }
Rehearses—in a garret—ten feet square! }
And as his soft Statira sighs consent,
Roxana comes not—but a dun for rent!
Here shivering Edgar, in his blanket roll'd,
Exclaims—with too much reason, "Tom's a-cold!"
And vainly tries his sorrows to divert,
While Goneril or Regan—wash his shirt!
Lo! fresh from Calais, Edward! mighty king!
Revolves—a mutton chop upon a string!
And Hotspur, plucking "honour from the moon,"
Feeds a sick infant with a pewter spoon!
More blest the Fisher, who undaunted braves
In his small bark, the impetuous winds and waves;
