LXXVIII.

But I'm too late, and therefore must make play. 'Twas a great banquet, such as Albion old Was wont to boast--as if a glutton's tray Were something very glorious to behold. But 'twas a public feast and public day,-- Quite full--right dull--guests hot, and dishes cold,-- Great plenty, much formality, small cheer,-- And everybody out of their own sphere.