Chapter 89 of 163 · 93 words · ~1 min read

XVIII.

Now he was quite the kind of wight Round whom collect, at a fixed aera, Venison, turtle, hock, and claret,-- Good cheer,--and those who come to share it-- And best East Indian madeira!

It was his fancy to invite Men of science, wit, and learning, Who came to lend each other light; He proudly thought that his gold's might Had set those spirits burning.

And men of learning, science, wit, Considered him as you and I Think of some rotten tree, and sit Lounging and dining under it, Exposed to the wide sky.