LXXIX.

For sometimes he like Cerberus would seem-- "Three gentlemen at once"[541] (as sagely says Good Mrs. Malaprop); then you might deem That he was not even _one_; now many rays Were flashing round him; and now a thick steam Hid him from sight--like fogs on London days: Now Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's fancies And certes often like Sir Philip Francis.