As the small wire ’twixt a Doll’s wooden thighs;
For pull the nose, or wire, the Doll, or Man,
Will open, in a minute, both their eyes.
This mode Sir Thomas took,—and, in a trice,
Grasp’d, with his thumb and finger, like a vice,
That feature which the human face embosses,
And pull’d the Duke of Limbs by the proboscis.
The Man awoke, and goggle’d on his master;—
He saw his Master goggling upon him;—
Fresh from concluding, on a Friar’s nob,