And plunging wofully to win a kiss,
Even to his very eyebrows. Then the soldier,
Armed with strange maxims and a carpet-bag,
Cock-Shaw in military ironies,
And blowing off the bubbling repartee
With chocolate in his mouth. And next is Falstaff,
In fair round belly with good bolsters lined,
Full of wide sores, and badly cut about
By Windsor hussies,—modern instances
Of the revolting woman. Sixthly, Charley's Aunt.