III
That, gentlemen, is truly told,
Unlike the fairy-tale of old;
But finds it favour in his sight,
Who grabs at farthings, day and night?
Pot-bellied, crooked-fingered, he
Would rule the world with L.S.D.
Such riff-raff spread the vulgar view
That “artists are a lazy crew,”
That “fools must suffer.” Silent be!