On Seeing a Picture of Ugolino

" This Ugolino? psha, " says Will,
" He's painted much too skinny, "
" Prithee, " replied his friend, " be still —
You find fault like a ninny;

Were you imprison'd three long days,
With nought your teeth between-o,
When on the fourth you go your ways,
I'll warrant — " You-go-lean-o! " "
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