And it put me in a fidget.)
"No 'fair round bellies with capon lin'd
Your Aldermen shall sport;
They may double the Cape, if they feel inclin'd,
But they never must touch at Port.
V.
"The Worshipful Court—so fate ordains—
Shall look like skeletons hanging in chains;
They'll need no gowns, for they'll get so thin,
They may wrap themselves round in their own loose skin;