Case,—as the case is, many time with folks
From hot Bengal, Calcutta, or Bombay,
Had tint his tint, as Scottish tongues would say,
And show’d two cheeks as yellow as eggs’ yolks.
Pompey, the chip of some old ebon block,
In hue was like his master’s stiff cravat,
And might indeed have claimed akin to that,
Coming, as he did, of an old black stock.
Case wore the liver’s livery that such
Must wear, their past excesses to denote,