May no base beak, or trap with aspect rude,
Upon a comfortable mill intrude—
A mill between not enemies, but friends,
And upon which a lot of blunt depends;
A mill, I trust, which, as in days of yore,
Will honest fighting to the ring restore;
A mill which, whosoe’er may win the same,
Will show the British boxer’s genuine game,
Unkind aspersions on the Fancy crush,
And put accurs’d knife-practice to the blush—