I picked each single one o’ the twenty-four
That make the total day. Whate’er was doing
I budged not from the spot, never a foot,
Even when the soldiers offered me some morsel,
And, when I spurned their bounty, vented japes:—
“He’ll only eat the leavings of the cat
And what the dogs have tattered with their jaws!”
At last I had success——
Herod.
Some cleverer man