Hinds crowding round, with joy elate.
And now they're done—from knives and cleavers
Some fill their pockets—some their beavers;
Loaves plentiful, in show'rs are thrown,
And pails of ale wash clean all down.
Better, like manna, loaves to rain,
Than flams prepare 'gainst haughty Spain;
Cannons to ram, but their mouths muzzle,
And even Solomon to puzzle:
And like poor mice, when caught by cats,