“What! call you his a knack?”—“Yes;—mind his measure,
In that lies half the point that gives us pleasure.”
“Pooh!—’tisn’t that,” Dick cried—
“That has been tried,
Over and over:—Bless your souls!
’Tis seen in Crazy Tales, and twenty things beside:
His measure is as old as Poles.”
“Granted,” cries Will: “I know I’m speaking treason:
For Peter,
With many a joke, and queer conceit, doth season