Think of Jack Randall in his prime
Subdued at length by short.
“‘Peace might have reign’d within my breast,
And Time his honours shed—
Alack! from swallowing Deady’s best,
I’m number’d with the dead.
“‘My pugilistic deeds recal—
His men whoe’er beat quicker?
Successively I floor’d them all,
Till I was lick’d by liquor.