Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames,
The king of dykes! than whom no sluice of mud
With deeper sable blots the silver flood:
‘Here trip, my children! here at once leap in,
Here prove who best can dash through thick and thin;
And who the most in love of dirt excel—
Or dark dexterity of groping well;
Who flings most filth, and wide pollutes around
The stream, be his the weekly journals’ bound;
A pig of lead to him who dives the best;