As ever lay a flounder.
Then eyes and sculls, and arms and legs,
Were darken’d, fractur’d, broke;
And those who could not keep their pegs,
Fell down—to mend the joke.
And many a ribbon flew about,
(For favours then were common)
And hundreds of the rabble rout
Were dizen’d out like yeomen.
What they did more, let other bards