XXIV.

On a cock sparrow fed with Spanish flies, A swilling Captain came, with liquor mellow, And still the crowd in hideous uproar cries,[336] “Sing us a bawdy song, thou d——d good fellow”, Incontinent he sets himself to bellow, And shouts with all the strength that in him lies; The Citizets exclaim, “He’s sans pareilly O”; The Citizens in raptures roll their eyes, And drink with leathern ears, the fool’s lewd ribaldries.