This a well-order’d city will not suffer;
Such vermin we expel.—“And you do wisely:
But what is that to me?”—Why, this it is:
Here we behold you every day at work,
Living, forsooth! not as your neighbours live,
But richly, royally, ye gods!—Why man,
We cannot get a fish for love or money,
You swallow the whole produce of the sea:
You’ve driv’n our citizens to brouze on cabbage;
A sprig of parsley sets them all a-fighting,