And Cæsar shook with laughter.
'Cry'd Cæsar—"Of your notes be spare,
A little economic;
For though a vastly tragic air,
Your genius makes it comic.
'"When next, with long, Munchausen hop,
The Post[92] your praise is ringing,
Your politics the knave should drop,
And blazon out your singing."
'Then Cæsar volunteer'd a song,