Which they cracked upon each other’s;

They hadn’t much scope,

For a comb, brush or soap,

Or towels or kettle at fire;

They had no coats nor capes,

For n’er did these apes,

Invent what they didn’t require. •••

From these though descended,

Our manners are mended,

Though, still we can grin and backbite;

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