And least of all can you complain,
Reviewers, whose unholy trade is,
To puff with all your might and main
Biographers of single ladies.
[3] Never mind.
The plan forgot (I know not how,
Perhaps the Refectory filled it),
To put a chapel in; and now
We’re mortgaging the rest to build it.
DEDICATION ON THE GIFT OF A
BOOK TO A CHILD
Child! do not throw this book about!
Refrain from the unholy pleasure