“’Twas under such a stone as this
That neighbour Drowsypate found his.
So then, at last, my hopes are crown’d!
Come, then, let’s raise thee from the ground.”
But, ere to lift the stone he tries,
He shook his head, not over wise,
And, with a self-approving glance,
One foot a little in advance,
With nose and lip contemptuous curl’d,
That said, “A fig for all the world!”