It seemeth mad to quit the Olympian couch,
Which bade our public gobble or reject.
O spectacle of Peter, shrewdly pecked,
Piper, by his own pepper from his pouch!
What of the sneer, the jeer, the voice austere,
You dealt?—the voice austere, the jeer, the sneer.
CAMELUS SALTAT: Continued.
Oracle of the market! thence you drew
The taste which stamped you guide of the inept.—