Take a Wasp’s blessing ere his race expire:—
Never may provost’s foot find entrance here!
Never may bailie’s voice invade thine ear!
Never may housemaid wipe the verd antique
From coin of thine—Assyrian, Celt, or Greek!
Never may Eurus cross thy path!—to thee
May winds and wynds[405] alike propitious be!
And when thou diest—(live a thousand years!)—
May friends fill classic bottles[406] with their tears!
I can no more—receive my parting gasp!—