‘’Twas all dismay, disasters, and disputes:
‘As for dismay each bristled up his Chine,
‘Grunted for finest Wheat, and then for Wine,
‘Then for disaster, their Swineherds pretend,
‘They chose to Roam, refused to be close Penn’d.
‘Disputes they had, no doubt, one with another,
‘The Swine, and Swineherds grunted at each other.
‘No wonder that these Animals play’d tricks,
‘Their Senior Swineherds all, they say, are Sticks.[97]
‘A drove from Oxford too, are with the rest,