[p8]
While twelve Orang-Outangs were station’d without,
To usher the company in, and about.
At the hour which his King had thought proper to name,
The Horse, as the Hounyhm of Gulliver came;
Unaccustomed to “utter the thing that is not,”[*]
He reach’d, at the moment he promis’d, the spot.
The Fox then appear’d on a different scent,
On foul depredation, and villainy bent;
And the dress of a country attorney he chose,
To his purpose best suited, as all the world knows!