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For, like mad Tom's,* our chiefest care,
Of manhood be more sober tame,
And though the field-day, or the drill,
Lord Marmion's march I thus renew.
* See King Lear.
Eustace, I said, did blithely mark
But soon their mood was changed : Complaint was heard on every part,
Of something disarranged.
yeoman to the stall.
Some clamoured loud for armour lost;
Some brawled and wrangled with the host;