But pray, now, that fine-coated Gentleman mark,
With a mouth like a pen, and a throat like a shark:
By the din that he keeps, one would think for the night
He’s enacting the part of a spinning-wheel.”
“Right:—
But whatever he seems, he’s a Goat sucker, Madam!”
(Chatterer.) “Then I’d quiet his tongue with my goats, if I had ’em.
But look!—here’s the Swallow advancing to greet us,
With her mouth as wide open as though she would eat us;
And see how her tail quite asunder has started,