Poem by Thomas Hood

On a Certain Equestrian Statue at the Royal Exchange

Whoever has looked upon Wellington’s breast, 
Knows well that he’s not so full in the chest; 
But the sculptor, to humour the Londoners partial, 
Has turn’d the lean Duke to a plump City Marshal. 

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