LVII
Ah, but this wholesale Satire, you may say,
Makes me pretend to be a Critic—Nay!
Rather be roasted than to roast, say I;
And I have been well roasted, by the way!
LVIII
And lately, in a Studio, a Miss
Sat smiling o'er a Book—and it was this:
"The Pipes of Pan"—she showed it me, and read,
Bidding me pay attention—it was Bliss!