Apollor, and Wenus, and Mars to the letter—
Wouldn’t Back-us, my cove, suit a precious deal better?
But perhaps, arter all—such, believe me, my trust is—
I may not exactly be doing you justice;
And when you’re aware I will meet you at milling,
At the scratch you may show yourself ready and willing.
It will give me much pleasure, my Deaf ’un, I swear,
To see how you’ll show off your attitudes there—
While I, glad to see you returned from your mizzling,
As you’re partial to statues, may give you a chiselling.