Another out of Ammianus. To Mr. T. Woolley

WIth both his hands Pig cannot snight his Snout,
But he must go near half a mile about;
So long the Promontory of his Nose!
So short, so slender, are his Petty-toes!
Nor can he wind his horny Trunk with ease,
No—nor, to speak the truth, hear himself sneeze.
So far that Marrow-bone's distant from his Ears,
He has not said, God bless me, for this fifty years.
I'th' strength of such a Staff, Pig (as they talk)
May well from London to New-Castle take a walk.