Into me some choice worthies keep pitching it home,
For sporting the statutes of Greece and of Rome;
Is it fair, I would ax, to inflict this here slap,
Because I’m a sort of a classical chap?
And some swear ’tis time I was laid on the shelf,
For I grows ’ristocratic—too sweet on myself;
Now I wenture most humbly to make an appeal,
If I’m to be blam’d for behaving genteel?
In France and New York I have sported my tanners,