Note 13 — Chapter II
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Oh, shade of the Cheesemonger![13] you who, alas! Doubled up, by the dozen, those Mounseers in brass, On that great day of milling,[14] when blood lay in lakes, When Kings held the bottle, and Europe the Stakes, Look down upon Ben, see him, Dunghill all o'er, Moult the fall'n foe that can harm him no more; Out, cowardly Spooney! again and again. By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, Ben! To show the white feather[15] is many men's doom, But what of one feather! Ben boasts a whole Plume!!"