I took the earthen bowl of my pipe
And gave you a cup of porcelain.
What huge disasters to make us fun!
Your muff afire; your tippet lost;
And that cherished portrait of Shakespeare, sold,
One hungry evening, at half its cost.
I was a beggar and you were kind:
A kiss from your fair round arms I’d steal,
While the folio-Dante we gayly spread
With a hundred chestnuts, our frugal meal.