Orders of knighthood, stars, blue ribbons,
Were plenteous as the notes of Gibbons.[2]
And sooth, he wish’d that he possess’d
A mitre finer than the rest:
But, as he reach’d to catch the prize,
He snor’d aloud and op’d his eyes.
“At length he from his bed arose,—
Thrice did he spit, thrice wiped his nose;
Thrice strove to smile, thrice strove to frown,
And thrice look’d up, and thrice look’d down;”