And the moment was seized by the Chamomile Shark[101]
To plunder the table. The Yorkshire Magpie[102]
Strove also with his share of booty to fly,
But was stopped by the Lacqueys, who then in a trice
Demolished themselves every thing that was nice.
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’Midst this glorious confusion a mischievous Pug[103]
Contrived of the claret to empty each jug,
But not unperceived by young Miss Exclamation,[104]