For raree-show, to England smuggled,
That honest Christians, all bejuggled,
Might tamely suffer B. D. Perkins
To pick the pockets of their jerkins.
Say it was twinn’d with monstrous mammoth,[99]
And to go near it you’d be d—d loth,[100]
Because it always eats poor sinners,
As I eat bread and cheese for dinners!
Say that it is “monstrum horrendum!”
As great a plague as God could send ’em.