They raise a scent where’er they come;
Reel, cursing, in a grumbling tone,
In some dark lane, where sun ne’er shone,
But darkness dire, surrounds the place,
An emblem of their foul disgrace:
Oft in a house decay’d with age,
Which scarce will bear the winter’s rage;
Whose crazy outshots threat’ning hing
About their ears, a peal to ring;
They tumble in one common bed,