His "long-bow" hunting tales of old
Are now but duller;
Fair Neobule too! Is not
One Hebrus here,—from Aldershot?
Aha, you colour!
Be wise. There old Canidia sits;
No doubt she's tearing you to bits.
And look, dyspeptic, brave, and kind,
Comes dear Maecenas, half behind
Terentia's skirting;