(Chatterer.) “Crested forsooth!
Such a title is, sure, on all titles a jest;—
Get a lump on your head—and then swear ’tis a crest!
Then, his beak, as I live, is half black and half blue—
Has he found a fine name for this accident too?
But the best is his feathery collar, or border,
On which, without doubt, he will found a new Order.
Were I, though, a Spark with so haughty a mein,
I’d alter my manners, and learn to live clean;
I’d dine on fresh meat, at the least, were I able,