And all men talk of Carson's gristle,
Then why should this absurd epistle,
Put down beside my little porringer,
Provoke not England's spleen?
Did Hampden positively jeopardise
His life, and did the axe
Extinguish Charles's hopes of boodle
And all the wrongs of bad days feudal
For this—that Carter, the old noodle,
With t's all crossed and dot-bepeppered i's,