Who boasted of clean linen;
But they, as all their friends assure,
Were driven by their men, in;
Who thought that after such delay
The Queen would be extinguish-ed,
Unless the blustering Times could say,
That some few were "distinguish-ed."
Oh, poor Times! how sad a scrape you have got in,
Whose proud distinction is at best, 'twixt addled eggs and rotten.
To face at once so rank a crowd