Then jumping up, he made a grimace
Might have rivalled e’en Mr. Grimaldi’s face,
To describe the which with sufficient grace
Quite baffles my Muse for want-o’-rhyme.
“Browne,” he began, “I’m come to sup.
I suppose I may. Walk up, walk up,
And observe the living lions;
The thickly-coated armadillo,
Brought from furrin’ parts beyond the billow
By Don Alphonso de Padrillo,