And Austria's budding roses,[84]
To swell th' attractions of the place,
Thrust in their royal noses.
'And Cæsar's glorious sisters came,
Each like a butter firkin,
A round, unwieldy, greasy dame,
With visage gay and smirking.
'And H——d,[85] too, the prince of peers,
The monarch of the stables.
Who, like a glutton leech, for years