Now, as their breasts with anger burn,
Behold the muddy group return;
And, as they pace along the street,
Resolve each joint themselves to eat,—[22]
Their bellies, judging from their faces,
As empty as some other places.
At Bl—w—tt’s many a dainty dish
Of beef and mutton, game and fish,
Arrang’d upon the table stood;
For Dudley’s sons know what is good.