The smile sarcastic, and the leer
That tells the laughing mock’ry near;
The warning look, that ere ’tis spoke
Aptly forbodes the coming joke;
The air so solemn, yet so sly,
Shap’d to conceal the ready lie;
The eyes, with some shrewd meaning bright,
I surely have not seen to-night:
Again, I must beg leave to tell ye,
’Tis nought of Falstaff but his belly.”