And Kitchen queans to baste me with their brooms.
You’re told that in my ways I’m very evil;
So ugly, fit to travel for a show;
And that I loot all grimly where I go,
Just like a devil;
With horns, and tail, and hoop, that make folks start,
And in my breast a Mill-stone for a Heart.”
Nothing came of the proposal, for it fell through owing to a difference of opinion as to the conditions which it would carry with it.
“This pension was well meant, O glorious King,
And for the Bard a very pretty thing: