And when they made an ox out of a bull,
They fed him ill,—and, then, he got no fatter
Than a fat opera Soprano.[10]
Over the moat, (the draw-bridge being down)
Gallantly stalk’d the brawny Duke of Limbs,
Bearing Johannes, of the shaven crown,
Fame’d, when alive, for spoiling maids, and hymns;
For mangling Pater-Nosters, and goose-pies,
And telling sundry beads,—and sundry lies.