Who looked on it as a lark!—and that Beak upon the bench—
Ah! he had a mighty "beak," which I felt a wish to tweak—
Had a wink in his left eye which seemed frivolous, if funny;
And he didn't seem to suit us, for we wished a stern-faced Brutus;
Nay, a ruthless Rhadamanthus were the big-wig for my money.
Ah! it wanted resolution to conduct that prosecution,
With a Prince and several Dooks, and an Earl, a County Squire,
And a Mephistopheles, who sat lounging at his ease,
Whom the culprits all called "Jimmy," and seemed hugely to admire;
For although I ramped and raved, Beak and Prisoners behaved