"  Who,  O  thou  sapient,  saintly  bird  I
Thy  shouted  warnings  ever  heard

Unbleached  by  fear?
The  blue-faced  blubbering  imp,  who  steals
Von  turnips,  thinks  thee  at  his  heels,

Afar  or  near.
"  The  brawnier  churl,  who  brags  at  times
To  front  and  top  the  rankest  crimes,  —

To  paunch  a  deer.
Quarter  a  priest,  or  squeeze  a  wench,  —
Scuds  from  thee,  clammy  as  a  tench,

lie  knows  not  where.
